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Smile covers your heart
And I am dressed all in black
The light in your eyes
Are never coming back
In the world of miracles
You are chasing the sun
No boundaries on the horizon
Dreaming you has begun
Desire and ambition
Not in my world my friend
Hunger and void
Is my path to the end
Thus I have come this far
All the unspoken passion
Wanting to know, you will always be
Is tumbling down and crashing
Soothing my weary soul
That’s what you do
I will always believe in love
The way I believe in you
And I am dressed all in black
The light in your eyes
Are never coming back
In the world of miracles
You are chasing the sun
No boundaries on the horizon
Dreaming you has begun
Desire and ambition
Not in my world my friend
Hunger and void
Is my path to the end
Thus I have come this far
All the unspoken passion
Wanting to know, you will always be
Is tumbling down and crashing
Soothing my weary soul
That’s what you do
I will always believe in love
The way I believe in you
posted by m.reza at 12:58 PM
11 Comments:
درود بر دوست خوبم . آقا کم پیدا هستید چرا ؟ دلم تنگ شده بود گفتم احوالی بپرسم .
سلام . شعر زيبايي بود و درنهايت لطافت سروده شده بود . زنده باشيد !
tomorrow, i will write my idea ,now it is late for me, 3 in the morning, i should go to bed , but tomorrow i will say...
I ve read it again ... but give me time...
We misunderstand people even while they write in Persian, so I may make a mistake..I did not distinguish the situation of this poem, I guess it shows the time that a person left…because of the sad which comes to you after his/her simle … in opposites of your words I think there is a deep desire in your heart you hide and determine it as a void and hunger … the last part was nice and sensible….
Thanks dear Forouz for trying to understand my poem. I don’t usually like to explain my poems, but I will this time. As I have told my friends time and time again, what I write usually is an obscured wave of sometimes broken thoughts, trying to be unveiled, like a dream, which in this case, is a dream that I had; about a friend who has passed away.
“Smile covers your heart
And I am dressed all in black
The light in your eyes
Are never coming back
In the world of miracles
You are chasing the sun
No boundaries on the horizon
Dreaming you has begun”
And by losing this person, what is and what will be in my life:
“Desire and ambition
Not in my world my friend
Hunger and void
Is my path to the end”
And the rest of it you can guess.
so i was not so away from this poem, i am happy now !thank you very much...
I've read all your poems, some of them are good and some of them are so personal that they sometimes confuse the reader. I think you're moody and can't determine what your feeling even yourself. As for this poem, I dare say that the friend you speak about has not phisically passed away, I think it's your feeling that has passed away. I say this because the the fourth stanza didn't naturally come to you, that's why I think it's weaker that the rest of the poem.
(Though I've read many weblogs, I made my own only recently)
Dear windmills of mind (sorry, dont know your name), thanks for your critique, and welcome to the world of blogers (they should start putting this word on dictionaries!). and also thanks for reading all my poems. We can talk about different types of writings if we want to categorize them, or we can just read or write without any need to put a label on them. What I try to do is thinking outside of the box, may be a bit of paradox, a little uncertainty without a clear vision of a happening, something like a dream which maybe has to be explained to the reader for him or her to understand it, but do we really have to? should everything be lucid? Is there no chance of trying to make a reader think? Something of an abstract, which any person could make some sort of sense out of it based on their level of imaginations? What is the fact on my poems, is that all of them are pointing to a specific person or an event, which in some cases hasn’t even happened yet, so its like beginning and the end, or finisher of all things imaginable, the uniqueness of the art of writing, to the best of my ability to create them. So confusion? Maybe. Maybe you should get to know me better. Or maybe you should know about all things that have happened in my life or do. Then maybe it would make sense to you, I will never try to do that, don’t feel my life worthy of capturing moments of your life, in other word, waste them. But you are more than welcome to ask me about the meaning of each piece or the history behind them, and I will be more than happy to explain them to you, its just your decision if you want to take that path. Time consuming it will be, for you, I will love every minute of it. Cheers.
I dare say you're right, and knowing about the artist helps you understand what he's been trying to convey by his art, but I believe true art is self-explanatory and allows people from all walks of life to understand it, no matter whether they like it or not.
As for your latest poem, it was obvious that you had felt four of the five stanzas, and that they had come freely, but the fourth one was not in the same league. Reading it you felt that it had been forced out of you, or rather that you didn't feel it come the way you had felt others. Read it again and you see what I want to say. Maybe I'm wrong, and I didn't read it properly.
I know it happens a lot that when writing a poem, you know what you want to say but the words won't oblige and behave themselves! A word of advice from a reader: Never "force" the words out. If the feeling's strong enough, the words'll come by and by. And if it's not, it's not worth expressing anyway.
It took people years to understand Picasso and his cubism and yet it can’t get more true art as you put it. Self explanatory art is not thinking outside of the box. My art is not for the people of all walks of life, not my poems or paintings, and not even my photographs or architecture.
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