| Inferno ...I opened my arms Threw my hands In the air And Splashed an invisible fluid into sky As the saints do To bless the sinners And suddenly, Sky became ill Blue turned gray White grew dark The vicious brush of wind Painted a gloomy picture On the canvas Before my eyes... >>>> |
In the Realm of Reality
...Deep inside I could not blame people
for thinking this way though. But I was
hoping to be discriminated against in a
McDonald's or Wal-Mart so I could sue
the hell out of them. My looks could
have come to my rescue at least once!
But contrary to my expectations, that
never happened.
guiltless man on the run, waiting to get
caught just to prove his innocence...
>>>>
...Deep inside I could not blame people
for thinking this way though. But I was
hoping to be discriminated against in a
McDonald's or Wal-Mart so I could sue
the hell out of them. My looks could
have come to my rescue at least once!
But contrary to my expectations, that
never happened.
guiltless man on the run, waiting to get
caught just to prove his innocence...
>>>>
Rain
The sun was not yet up. The
street was empty. No roaring
automobiles, no cursing mothers
pulling kids around, no noise of
blacksmith’s saw. Not even the
neighborhood beggar. No sign of
life yet. >>>>
The sun was not yet up. The
street was empty. No roaring
automobiles, no cursing mothers
pulling kids around, no noise of
blacksmith’s saw. Not even the
neighborhood beggar. No sign of
life yet. >>>>
Most Stupid Race of All
A Racially Insensitive Commentary
...According to the recommendations
presented in this document, they have
penetrated into our civilized societies.
They have insiders among us disguised as
human beings and operating as high rank
politicians and world leaders who have
legal and moral authorities over us to
expedite the annihilation of the human
race.
>>>>
A Racially Insensitive Commentary
...According to the recommendations
presented in this document, they have
penetrated into our civilized societies.
They have insiders among us disguised as
human beings and operating as high rank
politicians and world leaders who have
legal and moral authorities over us to
expedite the annihilation of the human
race.
>>>>
We Have Everything
Contrary to my expectations, my ten
years old nephew who was not
surprised to see the slinky I’d brought
him as a souvenir from the United
States said, “We have slinky too.
Next time we go to Bazaar, I’ll show
it to you amoo jaan or as you
Americans say dear uncle. Whatever
you find in America we have it right
here in Iran.” >>>>
Contrary to my expectations, my ten
years old nephew who was not
surprised to see the slinky I’d brought
him as a souvenir from the United
States said, “We have slinky too.
Next time we go to Bazaar, I’ll show
it to you amoo jaan or as you
Americans say dear uncle. Whatever
you find in America we have it right
here in Iran.” >>>>
| Darkness When the darkness creeps inside me I watch it with despair |
The Old Picture
Where was I? I questioned
Every time I gazed
At the shades of gray
On the vintage photo
Of my brother and pregnant Mom
Where was I?
The gloomy faces etched on the
paper
Made me wonder
“You were there. Outside the frame"
My sister told me once
For so many years
I’ve examined the lines
Of the grim faces
Frozen in time
Searched for a truth
If it ever was >>>>
Where was I? I questioned
Every time I gazed
At the shades of gray
On the vintage photo
Of my brother and pregnant Mom
Where was I?
The gloomy faces etched on the
paper
Made me wonder
“You were there. Outside the frame"
My sister told me once
For so many years
I’ve examined the lines
Of the grim faces
Frozen in time
Searched for a truth
If it ever was >>>>
Lucky Night
“Congratulations, Mr. Grand. We all
the one you purchased a week ago.
It almost doubled today.” The
security guard grinned holding the
heavy glass door open for the
investment banker.
Grand called over his shoulder
“Thank you, Roger. Remember,
nothing is random. Everything
happens for a reason.” He adjusted
the lapel of his Armani suit and made
his way down the dimly-lit alley to his
Mercedes Benz.
Suddenly he was stunned by a
gunshot and jumped behind his car
and heard another one. “My brand-
new car, ruined with bullet holes.”
The thought struck Grand as
intolerable. Without thinking he
stuck his head out and waved his
arms in the air, “Don’t. Don’t shoot!”
Another shot pierced the darkness.
He looked at the beautiful shine of
his recently detailed car and couldn’t
bring himself to use it as shelter. He
ran toward an approaching cab,
ordering it to stop. The cab lurched
to a stop with a horrific squeak.
>>>>
“Congratulations, Mr. Grand. We all
the one you purchased a week ago.
It almost doubled today.” The
security guard grinned holding the
heavy glass door open for the
investment banker.
Grand called over his shoulder
“Thank you, Roger. Remember,
nothing is random. Everything
happens for a reason.” He adjusted
the lapel of his Armani suit and made
his way down the dimly-lit alley to his
Mercedes Benz.
Suddenly he was stunned by a
gunshot and jumped behind his car
and heard another one. “My brand-
new car, ruined with bullet holes.”
The thought struck Grand as
intolerable. Without thinking he
stuck his head out and waved his
arms in the air, “Don’t. Don’t shoot!”
Another shot pierced the darkness.
He looked at the beautiful shine of
his recently detailed car and couldn’t
bring himself to use it as shelter. He
ran toward an approaching cab,
ordering it to stop. The cab lurched
to a stop with a horrific squeak.
>>>>
Utterance
“Hmm.” That’s all I hear
from her. She makes this
sound to show me she’s
which happens frequently,
she sits silently, stares into
my eyes and listens. I can
trace her gentle wheezing
mixed into my words. I love
the way she scratches her
right ear.
>>>>
“Hmm.” That’s all I hear
from her. She makes this
sound to show me she’s
which happens frequently,
she sits silently, stares into
my eyes and listens. I can
trace her gentle wheezing
mixed into my words. I love
the way she scratches her
right ear.
>>>>
Screw
...A screw, a defective one,
that’s what I am. Pay
attention! I’m not a nail. Nails
are flat head with no character
I say. They're straightforward.
I’m not. They have no twists
and turns, I do. They are easy
going. I’m not. Just hit a nail
on the head and it obediently
does its job, I don’t. You can
straighten a crooked nail with a
hammer and it works as good
as new and if you hit me, I get
even more crooked.
The first time I was put into a
good use, I failed miserably.
The carpenter, who picked me
out randomly from the box full
of screws, could not drive me
through the wood because I
was slightly crooked and my
head was stripped. His hand
slipped and I made him bleed.
So he tossed me to the ground
cursing me under his breath...
>>>>
...A screw, a defective one,
that’s what I am. Pay
attention! I’m not a nail. Nails
are flat head with no character
I say. They're straightforward.
I’m not. They have no twists
and turns, I do. They are easy
going. I’m not. Just hit a nail
on the head and it obediently
does its job, I don’t. You can
straighten a crooked nail with a
hammer and it works as good
as new and if you hit me, I get
even more crooked.
The first time I was put into a
good use, I failed miserably.
The carpenter, who picked me
out randomly from the box full
of screws, could not drive me
through the wood because I
was slightly crooked and my
head was stripped. His hand
slipped and I made him bleed.
So he tossed me to the ground
cursing me under his breath...
>>>>
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From: Board of Trustees,
Promote Despotism
The news of your failed coup
embarrassed us all. There was
no report of bloodshed, no mass
detention and not even a brutal
crackdown on witnessed a few
random shooting incidents,
some protesters with broken
From: Board of Trustees,
Promote Despotism
The news of your failed coup
embarrassed us all. There was
no report of bloodshed, no mass
detention and not even a brutal
crackdown on witnessed a few
random shooting incidents,
some protesters with broken
Letter to a Lost Friend
filled the void in her life. We
both had much in ...After
divorce, your delicate flower
was common most importantly
you. We soon got married and
flew to Hawaii for honeymoon. I
hope you received our postcard
in prison. The you to be involved
and keep contact. >>>>
filled the void in her life. We
both had much in ...After
divorce, your delicate flower
was common most importantly
you. We soon got married and
flew to Hawaii for honeymoon. I
hope you received our postcard
in prison. The you to be involved
and keep contact. >>>>
PROCRASTINATOR
When he opened his eyes in the morning,
he was seventy years old and it was time
to re-evaluate his life. He sat behind his
desk and carefully recorded all his
unfulfilled dreams one by one. The list
was long.
It started with his well crafted plot to
failure to accomplish this mission had
taken a heavy toll on him. Later in life he’
d kissed so many yet none replaced the
one he never had.
A few years later, he witnessed a
deprived man stealing a piece of bread.
The shame on the poor man’s face the
moment he was caught was engraved on
the young man’s soul.
He vowed to eradicate poverty. As a
mature adult however, he learned to
think with his head instead of his heart
and became distracted by his endless
business responsibilities and totally forgot
this noble aspiration.>>>>
When he opened his eyes in the morning,
he was seventy years old and it was time
to re-evaluate his life. He sat behind his
desk and carefully recorded all his
unfulfilled dreams one by one. The list
was long.
It started with his well crafted plot to
failure to accomplish this mission had
taken a heavy toll on him. Later in life he’
d kissed so many yet none replaced the
one he never had.
A few years later, he witnessed a
deprived man stealing a piece of bread.
The shame on the poor man’s face the
moment he was caught was engraved on
the young man’s soul.
He vowed to eradicate poverty. As a
mature adult however, he learned to
think with his head instead of his heart
and became distracted by his endless
business responsibilities and totally forgot
this noble aspiration.>>>>
How to Get a Heart Attack
The most convenient way of achieving a
your stress level. And the best method
to raise your stress is to torment yourself
because you’re a complete failure.
Always try to overlook your
achievements in life-if you had any- and
concentrate on your weaknesses and
magnify your shortcomings. Remember
failure is the key to success.
Although there are a variety of
innovative techniques to induce a
successful heart attack, in this study let
us focus on a few fundamental and
universally proven ideas to reach this
goal.
Jealousy!
Carefully observe your family members,
relatives and friends to find one who you
can be jealous of. Studies show that
being jealous of loved ones is more lethal
therefore, don’t be sloppy and envy
total strangers. If someone close to you
is accomplished, he or she can be your
death role model.>>>>
The most convenient way of achieving a
your stress level. And the best method
to raise your stress is to torment yourself
because you’re a complete failure.
Always try to overlook your
achievements in life-if you had any- and
concentrate on your weaknesses and
magnify your shortcomings. Remember
failure is the key to success.
Although there are a variety of
innovative techniques to induce a
successful heart attack, in this study let
us focus on a few fundamental and
universally proven ideas to reach this
goal.
Jealousy!
Carefully observe your family members,
relatives and friends to find one who you
can be jealous of. Studies show that
being jealous of loved ones is more lethal
therefore, don’t be sloppy and envy
total strangers. If someone close to you
is accomplished, he or she can be your
death role model.>>>>
Encounter
Once again, the same pervert
followed me in the darkest streets of
my nights but he’d never managed
to catch me yet. When I run out of
breath and the split second before
he lays a hand on me, I usually trip
and hit my head on a curb or crash
into traffic light pole on the street
corner and wake up in cold sweat.
The minute I fall asleep, I have to
run for my life. I’m living a rerun
episode of the same nightmare over
and again. >>>>
Once again, the same pervert
followed me in the darkest streets of
my nights but he’d never managed
to catch me yet. When I run out of
breath and the split second before
he lays a hand on me, I usually trip
and hit my head on a curb or crash
into traffic light pole on the street
corner and wake up in cold sweat.
The minute I fall asleep, I have to
run for my life. I’m living a rerun
episode of the same nightmare over
and again. >>>>
Cultural Relativism
“Have you met our new neighbors?” Bob
asked his wife, peering out their kitchen
window, sipping his cold beer.
“Not yet. They just moved in a few days
ago.” Pork chops were sizzling in the pan.
“After they settle in, we should go and meet
them.” She responded.
“They look funny, where are they from?” He
was ready to sink his teeth into a juicy piece
of meat, the highlight of his upcoming
weekend.
“They look Middle Eastern to me, but their
two girls were probably born here. They
speak perfect English. I heard them talking
to April the other day. They seemed to be
getting along well. They played for two full
hours without yelling and screaming.” >>>>
“Have you met our new neighbors?” Bob
asked his wife, peering out their kitchen
window, sipping his cold beer.
“Not yet. They just moved in a few days
ago.” Pork chops were sizzling in the pan.
“After they settle in, we should go and meet
them.” She responded.
“They look funny, where are they from?” He
was ready to sink his teeth into a juicy piece
of meat, the highlight of his upcoming
weekend.
“They look Middle Eastern to me, but their
two girls were probably born here. They
speak perfect English. I heard them talking
to April the other day. They seemed to be
getting along well. They played for two full
hours without yelling and screaming.” >>>>
Moment
He left work at 5:00 pm
preoccupied with the
faulty lock on the laundry
room door. Last week his
wife assigned him a new
and urgent maintenance
job, “It locked by itself
and I had to use my key to
get into the house. Make
sure to fix it.” And he
replied “I’ll have to get a
new lock and replace it.”
And just to be on safe
side, he hung an extra key
on a hook in the garage.
Every minor issue in his
marriage had a potential
to turn into a big
headache. “I was busy
this, but I’ll get it done
this weekend. In the
meantime, if you get
locked out, just use the
extra key by the door.”
>>>>
He left work at 5:00 pm
preoccupied with the
faulty lock on the laundry
room door. Last week his
wife assigned him a new
and urgent maintenance
job, “It locked by itself
and I had to use my key to
get into the house. Make
sure to fix it.” And he
replied “I’ll have to get a
new lock and replace it.”
And just to be on safe
side, he hung an extra key
on a hook in the garage.
Every minor issue in his
marriage had a potential
to turn into a big
headache. “I was busy
this, but I’ll get it done
this weekend. In the
meantime, if you get
locked out, just use the
extra key by the door.”
>>>>
Illusion
Then to the rolling Heaven itself I cried,
Asking, ”What lamp had destiny to guide
Her little children stumbling in the dark?
And- ”A blind understanding!” Heaven replied.
Omar Khayaam
Dinner Party
“I’ll be home a little late,” Adam said to his wife on the
cell phone.
“How late is late? You know we have guests tonight. Salad
and entertainment are your responsibilities.” Shiva said.
“That’s exactly why I’ll be late. I need to get a book
before I come home. I’ll show you some incredible
artworks. A co-worker of mine had a calendar designed
with optical illusions. They’re amazing. You’ve never seen
anything like it.”
>>>>
Then to the rolling Heaven itself I cried,
Asking, ”What lamp had destiny to guide
Her little children stumbling in the dark?
And- ”A blind understanding!” Heaven replied.
Omar Khayaam
Dinner Party
“I’ll be home a little late,” Adam said to his wife on the
cell phone.
“How late is late? You know we have guests tonight. Salad
and entertainment are your responsibilities.” Shiva said.
“That’s exactly why I’ll be late. I need to get a book
before I come home. I’ll show you some incredible
artworks. A co-worker of mine had a calendar designed
with optical illusions. They’re amazing. You’ve never seen
anything like it.”
>>>>
Prisoner
I reside on the top level of a skyscraper,
so high in the sky that I’m too scared to
look down. When I look out the window-
the only opening to outside world- all I
see is thick cloud below and infinite sky
above. My residence has no door. I
have no way of communicating with
outside world, if such thing exists. I’ve
lived in a solitary confinement all my
life, yet I have no complains. I’m quite
comfortable. I don’t know how but I
never run out of food or water. I’m
healthy therefore no medical attention
is necessary. I don’t even feel lonely so I
don’t need companionship.
How did I end up here? How long I lived
and how long I will, are the existential
questions of my life. My recent
memories are insignificant and the long
term recollections might be the
figments of my imagination. My mere
existence might be a dream. Either I
live in my own dream or in someone
else’s therefore, I am temporary.
Either the reality of my life is a
reflection of my dreams or the other
way around. Either I wake up and
realize I don’t exist anymore or
someone else will soon realize I was a
dream. This is bound to happen sooner
or later. >>>>
I reside on the top level of a skyscraper,
so high in the sky that I’m too scared to
look down. When I look out the window-
the only opening to outside world- all I
see is thick cloud below and infinite sky
above. My residence has no door. I
have no way of communicating with
outside world, if such thing exists. I’ve
lived in a solitary confinement all my
life, yet I have no complains. I’m quite
comfortable. I don’t know how but I
never run out of food or water. I’m
healthy therefore no medical attention
is necessary. I don’t even feel lonely so I
don’t need companionship.
How did I end up here? How long I lived
and how long I will, are the existential
questions of my life. My recent
memories are insignificant and the long
term recollections might be the
figments of my imagination. My mere
existence might be a dream. Either I
live in my own dream or in someone
else’s therefore, I am temporary.
Either the reality of my life is a
reflection of my dreams or the other
way around. Either I wake up and
realize I don’t exist anymore or
someone else will soon realize I was a
dream. This is bound to happen sooner
or later. >>>>
Christmas Eve
“Go talk to your professors, do
something. The entire summer
you worked for the university and
they paid you nothing,” she wiped
her tears.
“I owe them tuitions for the last
two semesters.”
“Talk to the Foreign Students
Advisor. Tell her we’ve two small
kids.”
“I already did. She said that’s the
university policy. If there is a
balance, they garnish my income.”
“They do what to your income?”
>>>>
“Go talk to your professors, do
something. The entire summer
you worked for the university and
they paid you nothing,” she wiped
her tears.
“I owe them tuitions for the last
two semesters.”
“Talk to the Foreign Students
Advisor. Tell her we’ve two small
kids.”
“I already did. She said that’s the
university policy. If there is a
balance, they garnish my income.”
“They do what to your income?”
>>>>
Prize
When I got home exhausted from another hectic
day at work, I threw myself on the sofa and turned
on the television. I’d fallen into my routine, lying
on the couch, flipping through the channels
aimlessly. I didn’t want to do anything. I didn’t
want to start on the honey-do’s. Oh, and I just
could not bear thinking of the pile of paperwork
on my desk waiting for me tomorrow morning.
As I dozed off, it came; that annoying telephone
rings that shattered my serenity. I ignored the
first ring, the second one was more annoying and
the third pierced my head. “Hello!” I stretched my
whole body out, just far enough to reach the
handset.
>>>>
When I got home exhausted from another hectic
day at work, I threw myself on the sofa and turned
on the television. I’d fallen into my routine, lying
on the couch, flipping through the channels
aimlessly. I didn’t want to do anything. I didn’t
want to start on the honey-do’s. Oh, and I just
could not bear thinking of the pile of paperwork
on my desk waiting for me tomorrow morning.
As I dozed off, it came; that annoying telephone
rings that shattered my serenity. I ignored the
first ring, the second one was more annoying and
the third pierced my head. “Hello!” I stretched my
whole body out, just far enough to reach the
handset.
>>>>
Conversation in Park
The entire week I worried about the tasks I planned to
do on Friday, my day off. Chores I’d postponed for
months. The gutter was falling off the wall, letting rain to
seep under the foundation. The worse were our lack
luster antique dining chairs. I’d already bought
sandpaper, a paintbrush, thinner and varnish to give
them a make- up.
And Friday was the assigned day, the day I just couldn’t
bring myself to do anything. Absurdly, I debated which
was more urgent, the gutter or the chairs? A broken
gutter could cost us dearly as the rainy season was
approaching and the lackluster chairs were the source
of embarrassment before our guests.
I even tried to clear my head by doing a crossword
puzzle but the name of Napoleon’s mistress that I’d
forgotten crushed my hope of resorting to this excuse
all together. The entire morning wasted! All I’d done
was smoke and monitor the time. >>>>
The entire week I worried about the tasks I planned to
do on Friday, my day off. Chores I’d postponed for
months. The gutter was falling off the wall, letting rain to
seep under the foundation. The worse were our lack
luster antique dining chairs. I’d already bought
sandpaper, a paintbrush, thinner and varnish to give
them a make- up.
And Friday was the assigned day, the day I just couldn’t
bring myself to do anything. Absurdly, I debated which
was more urgent, the gutter or the chairs? A broken
gutter could cost us dearly as the rainy season was
approaching and the lackluster chairs were the source
of embarrassment before our guests.
I even tried to clear my head by doing a crossword
puzzle but the name of Napoleon’s mistress that I’d
forgotten crushed my hope of resorting to this excuse
all together. The entire morning wasted! All I’d done
was smoke and monitor the time. >>>>
Echo
You’re nothing
A pale reflection
Of nothingness is nothing at all
>>>>
Dialog
Am I concerned?
Oh no. No. That’s absurd
I don’t even care
Am I worried?
Hmm. Maybe a little but that’s
normal
Shouldn’t I?
>>>>
You’re nothing
A pale reflection
Of nothingness is nothing at all
>>>>
Dialog
Am I concerned?
Oh no. No. That’s absurd
I don’t even care
Am I worried?
Hmm. Maybe a little but that’s
normal
Shouldn’t I?
>>>>
Mr.
Biok
When I look back at my childhood, I see
a barefoot kid running after a ball. My
main pastime, just like every other boy in
our neighborhood, was to chase a
striped plastic ball we’d all chipped in to
buy for 8 Rials. That’s all we needed to
have fun. Our street was full of players of
all ages, starting with little ones like
myself to those with faces blanketed in
mustaches and beards. We all shared
the same passion.
At the beginning of each game, we had
to go through a painful selection process
for two teams. This squabbling started
with a half-hour exchange of the most
shameless words in our vocabulary and
ended by throwing a few punches and
kicks! After this daily ritual, non-players
would become ticked-off spectators.
They sat on the sidewalks, by the two
endlessly parallel gutters filled with black
slime that marked our street like every
other one in our southern city. I heard in
fairy tales the princess is awaken in the
morning by the tantalizing aroma of
flowers and perhaps those stinking
channels were built just to provide the
same service to us! >>>>
Biok
When I look back at my childhood, I see
a barefoot kid running after a ball. My
main pastime, just like every other boy in
our neighborhood, was to chase a
striped plastic ball we’d all chipped in to
buy for 8 Rials. That’s all we needed to
have fun. Our street was full of players of
all ages, starting with little ones like
myself to those with faces blanketed in
mustaches and beards. We all shared
the same passion.
At the beginning of each game, we had
to go through a painful selection process
for two teams. This squabbling started
with a half-hour exchange of the most
shameless words in our vocabulary and
ended by throwing a few punches and
kicks! After this daily ritual, non-players
would become ticked-off spectators.
They sat on the sidewalks, by the two
endlessly parallel gutters filled with black
slime that marked our street like every
other one in our southern city. I heard in
fairy tales the princess is awaken in the
morning by the tantalizing aroma of
flowers and perhaps those stinking
channels were built just to provide the
same service to us! >>>>
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Sinful Urge
Neither the soothing sound of
breeze, nor the tweeting birds
or the melody of rain played on
the stereo system in my
bedroom gave me the comfort I
deserved. My mind was
inescapably trapped by a
grueling urge throwing my
entire body into painful
disarray. Once again I was
captivated by an insatiable
craving in the middle of the
night. By hardly lifting my
eyelids, I was persuaded by
the heavy burden of their
weight it was too early to be
tomorrow, the torment was
bound to linger on. I made a
desperate effort to ignore my
desire by turning from
shoulder to shoulder for a
while or lying on my back and
thinking of the least simulating
subjects to distract me from
the sinful wanting of the night.
Yet my futile effort faded in the
pale layers of passion-stricken
bed sheets. The more I
resisted the fever, the more
burning the temptation
became. >>>>
Neither the soothing sound of
breeze, nor the tweeting birds
or the melody of rain played on
the stereo system in my
bedroom gave me the comfort I
deserved. My mind was
inescapably trapped by a
grueling urge throwing my
entire body into painful
disarray. Once again I was
captivated by an insatiable
craving in the middle of the
night. By hardly lifting my
eyelids, I was persuaded by
the heavy burden of their
weight it was too early to be
tomorrow, the torment was
bound to linger on. I made a
desperate effort to ignore my
desire by turning from
shoulder to shoulder for a
while or lying on my back and
thinking of the least simulating
subjects to distract me from
the sinful wanting of the night.
Yet my futile effort faded in the
pale layers of passion-stricken
bed sheets. The more I
resisted the fever, the more
burning the temptation
became. >>>>
Happiness
I know there is happiness
I felt it in the nap I took
On my aunt Zari’s lap
I savored it in the curry sauce I love...
>>>>
I know there is happiness
I felt it in the nap I took
On my aunt Zari’s lap
I savored it in the curry sauce I love...
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A Perfect Evening
Answering the phone before
checking the name or number
on the caller ID is something I
don’t usually do. But I had a
good feeling about this and
when I heard her voice, my
instinct proved right. A call I
thought I’d never receive. After
a brief greeting, and before
letting me say anything, she
invited me to dinner at her
house. Astounded, I said, “I’d
love to come.” >>>>
Answering the phone before
checking the name or number
on the caller ID is something I
don’t usually do. But I had a
good feeling about this and
when I heard her voice, my
instinct proved right. A call I
thought I’d never receive. After
a brief greeting, and before
letting me say anything, she
invited me to dinner at her
house. Astounded, I said, “I’d
love to come.” >>>>
Waiting
The old man is here to visit his son,
he does that every month. Now he
must be sitting alone in his son’s
empty room gazing through his
thick glasses at the tarnished
flowers woven into the heart of the
Persian rug. Once again I go there
and stand by the door watching him
in silence. >>>>
The old man is here to visit his son,
he does that every month. Now he
must be sitting alone in his son’s
empty room gazing through his
thick glasses at the tarnished
flowers woven into the heart of the
Persian rug. Once again I go there
and stand by the door watching him
in silence. >>>>
Apocalypse
On the porch leaning against the
wall with a cup of coffee in my
hand, I was wondering if I was
qualified to refinance my home
mortgage at a lower rate. The
voice of the meteorologist on the
television who said “enjoy your
sunny weekend” in the
background echoed in my ears.
Nothing was out of ordinary that
Sunday afternoon when suddenly
the ground beneath my feet
trembled. I felt an eerie force
pressing down on earth, a silent
roar perhaps, a motionless storm.
The long rows of enormous trees
on both sides of street shivered in
concert. Houses shuddered and
every parked car wobbled. >>>>
On the porch leaning against the
wall with a cup of coffee in my
hand, I was wondering if I was
qualified to refinance my home
mortgage at a lower rate. The
voice of the meteorologist on the
television who said “enjoy your
sunny weekend” in the
background echoed in my ears.
Nothing was out of ordinary that
Sunday afternoon when suddenly
the ground beneath my feet
trembled. I felt an eerie force
pressing down on earth, a silent
roar perhaps, a motionless storm.
The long rows of enormous trees
on both sides of street shivered in
concert. Houses shuddered and
every parked car wobbled. >>>>
Confessions of a
Writer
“I swear, if you come one
step closer, I’ll cut your
heart out with these scissors
and then kill myself!”
Mahnaz was clutching the
scissors so tightly that a
drop of sweat ran through
her fingers like melted steel.
Taimor paused while gazing
into her eyes. The lovers’
destinies were tangled in the
moment. The sound of her
heartbeat echoed in her
ears. Life and death were
blended in split seconds.
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Writer
“I swear, if you come one
step closer, I’ll cut your
heart out with these scissors
and then kill myself!”
Mahnaz was clutching the
scissors so tightly that a
drop of sweat ran through
her fingers like melted steel.
Taimor paused while gazing
into her eyes. The lovers’
destinies were tangled in the
moment. The sound of her
heartbeat echoed in her
ears. Life and death were
blended in split seconds.
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Nuisance Hope
In the winter of my garden
The luscious green is dormant,
And the yard inundated with weeds
Only a few blown dandelions in sight
Four silent raindrops in a row
On a slender leaf of a crabgrass
Morphed into the crystals of ice
Before my bewildered eyes
I cry and my tear falls
Right between the frozen bulbs.
My fallen tear
Shivering in the breeze
A heavy burden
On the frail slender grass.
I moan in sorrow
But my hazy sigh
Turns into a morning dew
One more frozen marble
On the fragile nuisance weed.
It finally breaks
We all fall
Shatter on the ground.
My only hope is
If the warm spring
Arrives early
My sigh blended in tear
Germinate the nuisance weed
Once again in coming year.
In the winter of my garden
The luscious green is dormant,
And the yard inundated with weeds
Only a few blown dandelions in sight
Four silent raindrops in a row
On a slender leaf of a crabgrass
Morphed into the crystals of ice
Before my bewildered eyes
I cry and my tear falls
Right between the frozen bulbs.
My fallen tear
Shivering in the breeze
A heavy burden
On the frail slender grass.
I moan in sorrow
But my hazy sigh
Turns into a morning dew
One more frozen marble
On the fragile nuisance weed.
It finally breaks
We all fall
Shatter on the ground.
My only hope is
If the warm spring
Arrives early
My sigh blended in tear
Germinate the nuisance weed
Once again in coming year.
Rogue Imagination
Ink spilled, smeared the paper
Stains ravaged the page
Soaked in surface
Pierced the core.
Then it seeped
Slowly bled.
Wild fantasies
Vague emotions
Enemies clashed
A silent chaos, in presence of calm
Vivid fear, fading hope, chronic despair
All before my eyes, live on my paper
Then random spots morphed
Characters born
An eerie poem came to mind
A dark mélange of fantasy
A rhythmic expression of awe
Filled with daring question marks
Fake quotations, dull spaces
Redundant periods and exclamations too!
None ever made sense
Neither the haunting images
Nor the hollow words
Ink spilled, smeared the paper
Stains ravaged the page
Soaked in surface
Pierced the core.
Then it seeped
Slowly bled.
Wild fantasies
Vague emotions
Enemies clashed
A silent chaos, in presence of calm
Vivid fear, fading hope, chronic despair
All before my eyes, live on my paper
Then random spots morphed
Characters born
An eerie poem came to mind
A dark mélange of fantasy
A rhythmic expression of awe
Filled with daring question marks
Fake quotations, dull spaces
Redundant periods and exclamations too!
None ever made sense
Neither the haunting images
Nor the hollow words
An absurd story
Come
Sit and listen
To my story
Then judge for yourself.
It starts somewhere
But not where it should.
It has all the elements
Of a real tale
But not in right places.
It has a plot
Yet it makes no sense.
All the characters are there
But they’re not themselves.
Dialogs are fancy
Yet they’re phony.
Everything is absurd
Nothing makes sense
And the humor is
I have no power
To make any change.
This I know very well
Yet like any other story
One day it must end
Sooner or later!
Come
Sit and listen
To my story
Then judge for yourself.
It starts somewhere
But not where it should.
It has all the elements
Of a real tale
But not in right places.
It has a plot
Yet it makes no sense.
All the characters are there
But they’re not themselves.
Dialogs are fancy
Yet they’re phony.
Everything is absurd
Nothing makes sense
And the humor is
I have no power
To make any change.
This I know very well
Yet like any other story
One day it must end
Sooner or later!
Trial
To the right stands the accused. In
the center, a black-robed judge
sits behind the bench and to the
left are five white-robed angels.
Judge says (flipping through pages
of a file): Cause of death?
Accused: Concussion and severe
head injury due to torture.
Judge: The file says suicide.
Accused: It’s a mistake your honor,
I died under torture.
Judge: Although cause of death
has no bearing on our judgment,
you are the first to claim we have
committed error. Are you claiming
the executor has erroneously
reported your cause of death?
This is uncanny. Our death squads
are well trained. Are you quite
certain you didn’t kill yourself?
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To the right stands the accused. In
the center, a black-robed judge
sits behind the bench and to the
left are five white-robed angels.
Judge says (flipping through pages
of a file): Cause of death?
Accused: Concussion and severe
head injury due to torture.
Judge: The file says suicide.
Accused: It’s a mistake your honor,
I died under torture.
Judge: Although cause of death
has no bearing on our judgment,
you are the first to claim we have
committed error. Are you claiming
the executor has erroneously
reported your cause of death?
This is uncanny. Our death squads
are well trained. Are you quite
certain you didn’t kill yourself?
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