Marsieh dar sarzmin e eskenasi e sabz rang


Ghamginam...
Ghamgin va tanha...
Va hes mikonam ke einghad ghamgini modathast ke dar sineh am naneshaste boode....
Raftam, ghadam bezanam..
Balkeh gamhaiam az sangini baar e ghamam bardarand...
Va sad albateh ke az cheshman e nagaran e bachehakam begrizam...
Aaan ham hangami ke ashkhaiam sarziar mishavand
Va cheshmanam ghermez va baad kardeh.


Tanha chizi ke be nazaram resid ein bood ke engar doost dashtan ro gom kardam..
Doost dashtan e asheghaneh roo
Doost dashtan e baray e ba ham boodan ro
Engar dar aarze zaman ye jaaye jaa moondeh va dideh ba man naioomadeh einvar e ab..
Be sarzamin e eskenas hai e sabz rang..
Sarzamini ke rang sabz e dollar bolandtarin harf ro mizaneh
Sarzamini ke hame esknesash ye rangeh: sabz e sabz

Ooon moghehi ke doost dashtan ro balad boodam
Az dollar chizi nemidoonestam
Agar midoonestam, baram bei rang ya shayad ham kam rang bood va bas

Zaman gozasht...
Sabzhai e lajani por rangtar shodan
Engar man ro ba khodeshoon ghoort dadan...
Rooham, jesmam, eshgham ro

Vali khob avazesh be man chizai e digeh didan
Ghest e khooneh
Vam e mashin
Credit card e etebari e por az gharz


Va hala ke mashin e chaap eskenas e man khamoosheh
Hadaghal baray e alan
Digeh man morgh e tokhm tala nistam
Digeh basanam nemidarkhsheh
Chon digeh toosh tokhm tala nist
Hamoon koon e gohi e ke hast va bas

Va hala rooy e vaghei ein zendegi ro mibinam
Va rooy e vaghei toee ke ba man zendegi mikoni ro
Va ein ke tu ham eshgh ro faramoosh kardi...
Va hamoon eskenasa e sabzi ke maskhare mikoni man ro barashoon
Hamoon ha hastan ke ein bala ro be saret oovordan

Man too ein baazi tanha nistam
It takes two to tango...

va vaghti eshgh nist
va sahrik e zendigit joz daad va ghaal balad nist
va azar e to barash einghad rahateh
va behet migeh too maghzet peheneh
va bache at azat mipoirseh ke pehen chie
va behet migeh mostahagh e daad va ghal e mani
va rast rast migeh boro job peida kon baad beia harf bezan...

OOn vaghtehe ke mibini bayad jish kard be ein zendegi
Ba hame sabzash az paeen ta bala
Vali badbakhti e eine ke tanha nisti
Va zendegi e hamegi lang e sabzast az bala ta paeen

Kash fearless boodam
Kash einghad nemitarsidam
Kash einghad sabza bozorg naboodan baram
Be andaze tool e zendegi

Akh ke cheghad ghamginam
Va cheghad tanha
Va cheghad midoonam age ye shab nakham beiam khoone
Jay e digeh joz mehmansara nadaram too ein shahr..
Shahri ke na vabaste ee na kheishi
Va hata age ham bashan bahatan dar khoshi va shadi
Na dar dard va sakhti
Na dar vaghti ke sabzat farari hastan na oomadani..

Akh ke ajaba moadeleee daram baray e hal
Az har chi jabr e 4 dabirestan bood badtareh
Khanoom geregorain kojaee yadet be kheir
Ke ein shagerdet dar dars zendegi aan chenan service shod ke jabr va emtehan e to dar nazaresh hich shod

Ay zendegi begam hanooz too yeki ro doost daram?
fekr konam areh...
akhe hanoozam joon doostam...
Hanoozam fekr mikonam ein shikam egondeh am ke 2 sal e hamintoor gondeh tar misheh gharare ye roozi too ye gharn e digeh 2 sant ham ke shode az doresh koochik she va man ro shaad kone

Akhe misheh?

Ajab adam asire
Asire khariat e royahash
Asire illusioni e ke az baghieh misazeh baray e khodesh
ey vay az mast ke bar mast...
Har kei gofteh khob gofteh damesh garm

bozorgtarin darsi ke bayad yaad e bache ham bedam too ein sarzamin e sabz rangai e lajani eine ke khodkhah bashin va bas
be khoda az khoobi va mehrabooni va delam sookht kesi be jayee nemirese
mage hamin jahanami ke man alan toosh asiram
va ein ehsas e gandi ke gerefte mara: akhar konam che ghalati ba ein zendegi e roo hava?!

Forced Silence

It is almost 24 hours that I have not spoken...
24 hours that my mouth has been shout...
It is not that I don't want to talk....
As they say in French, au contraire, I am dying to talk..
To hear my own voice..
To sense how my brain puts the words together and articulates my thoughts..
Ah, it feels so amazing to talk...
But it's juts I have no one to talk to...
No single soul around left to send out those vibes of feelings in form of voice patterns to them..
Ah, how I miss talking...
And the sweet sensation of being heard..
Swallowing my mouth water down, nervously I move my tongue...
I want to reassure myself that I still have that pink piece of meat in my mouth
Even though I haven't used it for such a long while.....
And sadly , I don't even know when I will use it again..
Just the thought of it, the thought of this unbreakable silence saddens me..
Tears run to my eyes
And roll down my cheeks or what is left there of in the name of cheeks
And reach my mouth..
Greedily, my lips move, the cave opens and my tongue licks the tears..
I can feel how my tongue is happy to be used...
Of course, for a purpose other than eating..
It devours the tears...
And to keep my little tongue happy
I send out more and more tears...
Tears, tears and soon I realize I am sobbing
My chest is heaving up and down with every gush of tears...
The silence is broken for sure...
With all these little unheard screams within each of my tears..
But still my tongue is missing talking...
Vocals, verbalizing my thoughts...
As I am waiting in silence for a single soul to hear me out...