wish i couldn't be

I know,
its all just a blot to you
its all but just a rhythm to me

when I was born again
with all the broken bones
and ripped heart
that you wanted to sew to yours, tenderly
trying to keep me standing
on two feet of admiration
from all the smiles that was pouring in my way
it was only yours
but I was just trying to run from the fear of being defeated again

silently, laid on your lap
feeding from your soul
and becoming the pieces of you

slowly, I caught the glimpse of my life to be
that was just trying to work me out
and ask me why,
I just needed to be blind.

P.S.

but you, please remember that
beyond the spring of light
where the hearts were still taint
once stood a man
awaiting the myth of your return
like a mound of flesh
scorned by your aversion
(what an arduous feeling)

but at the end
you only thought you returned
and I
only wanted you to.

با حافظ

این چه استغناست یا رب این چه نادر حکمت است

کین همه زخم نهان هست و مجال آه نیست

About Art

we sure need art in our everyday living. But there are two ways to approach art, one is through our eyes as artists and the other from the eyes of the average individule. It was all an awesome adventure when I was at university, but in my professional life, I have lots of heart aches, selling my creations to the various people who have wealth to purchase but without the appreciation or understanding of real art or at least that extra layer of beauty that comes from the artists touch. I always try to educate but it seems to be going down a dead end road and me running out of gas.

its time

I can be alone,
for as long as fruits still smell

I can be faded in the black and white of your wedding photograph
and still smell like a fruit.

I can still bare the pain of a paper cut
and my silence would not bother you
still

My heart’s beating again
and something in the deepest of your eyes says;
its time to go
time to go

Sometimes I wish I was deaf
and couldn’t hear the crash of my soul
under your shrugging shoulders;
not so much important,
or
I can live with it.

But how unbearably loud your aloofness was.

you just didn’t know.

shame on me

Fool me once, shame on you, fool me twice, shame on me.
Shame on me to think that I still have the touch.
Shame on me to think that I am standing in a crowd but that wont do.
Shame on me to think that there’s everybody and then there’s you.
Shame on me to think too much.
Shame on me to be this blue.
Everybody thinks that their burden is the heaviest.
Everybody thinks that their trouble’s worse than all the rest.
Everybody thinks that what they know is true.