To Manucher Jamali<\/i>
\n67
\nSay it out loud<\/b><\/p>\n
Say it out loud
\nThe ears are rusted with prejudice
\nPresent the truth!
\nYou are the only one I know
\nCapable of telling the truth
\nYou learned
\nFrom the profundity
\nOf genuine essence
\nNot contaminated
\n By empty prides
\nI know you
\nAnd learned from you
\nThe erased lessons of history
\nBuried by fanatics
\nHold up higher the torch
\nTo be seen through the obscurities
\nDeliberately defused
\nThe true identities
\nTo magnify their meagerness
\nMake me proud that I am worthy
\nTo be part of the culture
\nThat is the geneses of the cultures <\/p>\n
M. K. SADIGH
\nSaturday, September 08, 2007
\nBethlehem
\nmksadigh@rcn.com<\/p>\n
To Faramarz Soliemani<\/p>\n
60<\/p>\n
Enormous passion<\/b><\/p>\n
Enormous passion
\nAttributed to words
\nTo lighten
\nThe somber limitation
\nOf hearts and minds
\nOpening the channels of profundity
\nWithout
\nToo much to say
\nA drop
\nTo show the glory of an ocean
\nA spark to signify an inferno
\nA smile to ignite love
\nA pinch to intrigue a combative respond
\nThe poet is such selective creator
\nOf immortal events
\nBeyond realities
\nTo approach eternity<\/p>\n
\nM. K. Sadigh
\nMonday, September 03, 2007
\nBethlehem<\/p>\n
68<\/p>\n
In me there is a vice I cannot see<\/b><\/p>\n
In me there is a vice I cannot see
\nWakes up ferociously to do cruelty
\nSubside and goes to hide
\nAnd leaves me scattered in pieces
\nI don’t know if I can be free
\nOf such creeping hidden intruder<\/p>\n
I try to distance and progress
\nFind means and ways to repel
\nBefore turns my life to real hell
\nNothing I know and I confess
\nIt drags me to its web trap
\nIn me there is a hidden menace <\/p>\n
I am composed of ancient sacred dualism
\n“Ahorramazda and Ahriman” two metaphors
\nIn me tearing me apart in divisions
\nBut I should have the expanded vision
\nTo see the pale and not be confined
\nI am the supreme sanctuary of purity <\/p>\n
Let me flourish in the light of cognition
\nI was created for a mission to be materialized
\nNot by the menace in me but my own divinity
\nNot only inspired but virtues visualized
\nThrough my own knowledge and spirit
\nIn me I cannot see who I am really<\/p>\n
I should be able to foresee my journey
\nTo the read of ultimate goal of unity
\nSee the dissipated oneness dissolve in diversity
\nSee myself in every creature in mobility
\nBe part of the whole but a holistic entity
\nMingle amalgamated dissolved in humanity<\/p>\n
The most misinterpreted title seen in vast variety
\nHidden under different masks for various tasks
\nLet me be aware of such metamorphoses
\nThrough the eyes of a devoted visionary
\nWho dismisses the somberness of ignorance?
\nIt is me and only me that chose the right destiny<\/p>\n
M. K. Sadigh
\nSunday, September 09, 2007
\nBethlehem<\/p>\n
Where did we fall that?
\nWe could not rise again?<\/p>\n
\nWhere did we fall that we could not rise again?
\nWhen we lost ourselves and became followers
\nWhen they prescribed their bitter impositions
\nWe swallowed as remedial poisonous medicine <\/p>\n
Where were we lost and never were founded
\nWhere the persuasive power dehumanized
\nDemoralized desensitized and intoxicated our brains
\nNever sobered never recuperated but sedated<\/p>\n
We were irresponsible negligent and senseless
\nUnintelligibility unconsciousness were the process
\nOn a read to ultimate stagnation of thought
\nTo the obedient drives and to the obscure destination<\/p>\n
Now living is a vehicle of preconceived tasks
\nWe do not reveal as ourselves wearing their masks <\/p>\n
M. K. Sadigh
\nSunday, September 09, 2007
\nBethlehem<\/p>\n
Where did we fall that?
\nWe could not rise again?<\/p>\n
\nWhere did we fall that we could not rise again?
\nWhen we lost ourselves and became followers
\nWhen they prescribed their bitter impositions
\nWe swallowed as remedial poisonous medicine<\/p>\n
Where were we lost and never were founded
\nWhere the persuasive power dehumanized
\nDemoralized desensitized and intoxicated our brains
\nNever sobered never recuperated but sedated <\/p>\n
We were irresponsible negligent and senseless
\nUnintelligibility unconsciousness were the process
\nOn a read to ultimate stagnation of thought
\nTo the obedient drives and to the obscure destination<\/p>\n
Now living is a vehicle of preconceived tasks
\nWe do not reveal as ourselves wearing their masks<\/p>\n
\nM. K. Sadigh
\nI saw and heard<\/p>\n
I saw and heard
\nAt the depth of emptiness
\nNo horizon no sky
\n A herd of ants
\nCrawling out of a dead tree
\nI saw and heard their marching
\n Competing with the wind
\nCarrying life preservation
\n I saw them living<\/p>\n
\nI have them witnessed
\nMy hands my legs my face
\n From what I missed
\nThe vast empty land awaiting
\n For my search
\nHow could be found
\nOut of these confined pales
\n Embedded in embraced silence
\nRejected confused and lost
\n I knew I was born waiting
\nAsked my eyes they denied me<\/p>\n
————-<\/p>\n
A house as big as my desires<\/b><\/p>\n
\nA house as big as my desires
\nBut empty as my loneliness
\nEmpty of love empty of zest
\n On the doorway there is no way
\nTo the open sky
\n Where I seek my lost star
\nIn a dark night
\n With fear and fright
\nSurrounded no compassion
\n I declared no one listened
\nWords spook on my behalf
\nDid not penetrate
\nI cried my sigh was diluted
\nIn tears never noticed
\nI am not a priest
\nPraying is the language of spirit
\nBut that was stolen by diversity
\nIn my naivety
\n Never matured
\nNever achieved serenity never submit<\/p>\n
———
\nThe door open<\/b><\/p>\n
\nThe door open
\nI greeted the sun
\nWalked through the air
\nI am strolling nodding to strangers
\n Different minds different hearts
\nPassing me by
\nNot even saying hi
\nWho am I looking for?
\n“The impossible”
\nNever revealed concealed
\nIn skinless curiosity
\nHidden fearfully
\nFrom the eyes and ears
\nIn confinement and fear<\/p>\n
M. K. Sadigh<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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