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نقش ناتمام

I Wish I were a painter

I love painting,

But I'm not a good painter,

I Wish I were,

For, I could draw you.

I love writing,

But I'm not a good writer;

I wish I were,

For, I could write you.

I wish I could write,

Even about you

But I can't write.

Even your name,

For I've forgotten,

Your name.

I wish I could remember,

Your name,

Then, maybe I could remember ,

Your face,

Or, maybe I could draw you,

Better.

But what was

Your name?

Does it make any difference?

When I cannot remember,

Your name,

Your face?

But why,

Can't I,

Remember,

Your name,

Your face,

While, everything,

Would remain,

Within one's heart?

My Heart?

My Heart?

Where are you?

Do you know

The answer?

My heart?

My Heart?

Where are you?

"But where's my heart,

What might happened,

To my heart?

Where could it be?"

"Do you know my mind?'

_ "I think: I've seen it

For the last,

When it was calling

Your name,

It was looking

For you."

But could it be lost?

Or…….

I think you should know,

For sure you should know,

But tell me

Why……..?

Why can't I remember

Your name,

Your face,

But I can remember

You………….

Did you seize my heart.....?

But how cruel you are,

But how cruel you are,

You've stolen my heart,

And still,

Deny……….?

And you've taken my hearty

While you kept,

Your heart?

How cruel you are….

I wish I were

A painter,

I wish I were

A writer.

I wish I were brave enough,

Then may be

I could seize yours

( Your heart ),

But what have you done,

To mine?

For I feel, I've lost mine.

I think I've lost my heart,

I've missed mine.

But how cruel you are.

I wish I were a painter

I wish I were a writer

I wish I could do

My best;

Even if, it be

All in vain,

All in vain,

I wish I were brave enough,

Then may be I could

Draw you

Word by word,

But…………..

How cruel you were,

When I loved you

A lot,

You did me

Deny.

I'm not a good lover

But,

I wish I were,

But………..

I will draw you

Line by line

And I will write you

Word by word.

But I will remain

You face clear,

Then, I will wait,

For you,

To come,

For you,

To come,

And…

Finish my lines,

My words,

By yours.

I wish

You

Could……..

Icyangel

2007-05-28

چشمانش

Under western eyes

Where you and I

Will do lie

I’ve lied.

Under the green wood tree

Where you and I

Will be free

Under western eyes

A pair of blue eyes

Hath placed

قطار ابدی

When ther’s no train for raills

And they die

In need of tails

And lack of noises

Kills the silence

I’ll sit

In our station.

Next to the silence

Beneath the darkness

Between the rails

I’ll sit.

Hey  SUN is it yours….?

وصیت نامه

Two cream rose

A bag of lili’s

All my wealth

On a brown bought.

فعلنه اینو داشته باشین...

The last man

To be or not to be,

That’s not the problem:

That who knows

For whom the bell tolls,

Or, when you have no rose,

For whom you look for.

How to be or not to be,

That’s the question:

That in desert of ocean,

A man is not an island,

But he is,

A land of  loneliness.

Which had  peopled,

By  NO MAN.

“  THE LAST man” said on of the executers to the queen. Then went back and stood next to the other soldiers.

For a moment, they were silent, till the Queen’s laughs broke the silent.

“Now, it’s the time of our freedom, and I name this day: THE Independent day. Said it the queen scornfully to her attendance, while she seemed frighten.

She was the  head of a group of women, who they were believed in feminism. Their feministic view, had led them to decide to kill all the men. Even they had killed all the boys, before, even they birth, in their mother’s womb.

And now, the earth was peopled just by the female sex.

The queen herself was one of the pregnant women but her supremacy power had prevent her to been checked, and she had hidden her pregnant from her followers.  

Their exteme femenistic view led them to kill even male animalls! For they wish to have an earth free from men and any other male sex, from inspect to palnt.

سلامی دوباره

سال نو مبارک.

توفیق روز افزون

شادو خندان و خوشبخت باشید.

خیلی کار داشتم نتونستم حتی تو خونه کامپیوترو روشن کنم. سر کارم که نبودم تعطیل بود آخه!

اما از فردا دیگه مطلب میزارم.

آغاز

The last man

To be or not to ,

That’s not the problem:

That who knows

For whom the bell tolls,

be

Or, when you have no rose,

For whom you look for.

How to be or not to be,

That’s the question:

That in desert of ocean,

A man is not an island,

But he is,

A land of  loneliness.

Which had  peopled,

By  NO MAN.