Can you truly forgive?
She who parted for another:
He who inserted in another
Is it easy to let go the pain-grieve?

Can I look into your eyes?
And still see shining the same hopes
I have clang onto for years
The same zeal that has driven us this far

Can I bear the tears?
Can I overcome the fears?
Again you will not be tempted
And our loyalty betray  

Can I still stand and hold you assured?
Of that same calm warmth
That same soft, sure breath
I have longed and loved all my love and life

I can forgive my love
But could the heart look
Into your soul again
With the same sincerity

Could the mind calm?
Advances of thoughts overcome
These incessant reminders
Your love is promiscuous

Can I hold the tears in my heart?
The sorrows severs in my soul  
The severe heavy load on my chest
That you betrayed all that was all!

Will I see the sheen of the tears on your cheeks sincere?
Will I feel the throbs of the sobs on your throats sorrowful?
Will I touch the heaviness of your struggles sadness as remorseful?
Will I feel you again, as my love and lover, as my friend and partner?
Will I feel you again, as my dear and confidant, my romances and pleasures?  

After a deep search of self my love
I chose to forgive you, sweetheart
Again to look into your eyes and see
The woman my dearest dear, my forever!  
Though through a heavy heart

I pray that time heal the hard wounds
And forever seal the sad scars
None a mark ever visible leave
To remind us of the deep cuts
The trenches and valleys and faults that us almost lost  

My love, if Our Father in Heaven time and again insists:
‘If a wicked man truly turns against his sins He has committed
Will surely live and not die; none of his iniquity will be remembered
Who am I-a mere mortal not to forget your shortcomings?
I choose to only remember the years we have shared and cherished lovingly

I choose you, your soul as its heart, your mind as its thoughts
I choose to still stand next to you and truly listen to your struggling soul
I choose to still hold you in my arms and listen to the grieving songs of your heart:
‘In the arms of my love, I string and swing; in the wings of my angel, I cling and fling!’
To still stand with you even in this sea of miseries; to hold your hand and feel your breath!  

Come-on! Lift your face and hold bold my gaze into your breaths and sorrows,
I still will love you the same! Let’s get drunk into liquors of our requited love
Come-on! Come into my embraces and feel the warm snuggles in your cold tears
I will not look into the past mistakes! Let’s look into the future bright and beautiful

© Kìùra Kabiri. All rights reserved.

I will say it again as plain as can be
what you think you know you can not see
like a ship westward not in the lee
drifting along aloof and carefree
it's not that you don't really know me
or the things I search in reverie
more too it and stringent probably
You think the answer is in the "we"
But, it is not at all entirely
My needs are plain... and put simply
For you to do for us explicitly
Is gently to recognize our incompatibility

Poets and writers strife to be the best,
By offering the magic of words down,
While still narrating what's within their chest,
Trying to conquer Fame's and Glamour's crown.
But the verses and pearls who I do write,
Are neither for fame, neither for a name,
Only for preserving the lovely sight,
That's sometimes mundane or adorned with fame.
Because, how else could I preserve these things
That range from sorrow, from love to nature,
Other than placing them in my writings,
While feeling also a harmless pleasure?
  Let seekers dive in the rivers of ranks,
  And me enjoy along the riverbanks.

The yellow light illuminating my broken window
From which all I can see are heavy grey clouds
And the winter carcasses of suffering trees

He said "not all men" and blamed it on my tears
He knows I'm strong but he wishes I could be invincible
I hope he never finds out how much he damaged me

The love songs are playing on repeat
But they can't soothe the rising fear as my time approaches
I was just left, alone, staring from the bridge

She says I need someone to catch my fall
And she hopes I won't blame her once I've dropped
But this pit lies empty, the darkness obscures all the other broken souls

I've been trying to move the clouds with my mind
Hoping the boundless wingspan of the circling crows
Could disperse this fog they've created

Sometimes
We
Are
Dumb
Deaf
Blind
But
We
Are
Not
Like
Helen Keller
Why ???

I walked along the mountain stream
Where dancing sunbeams shone and gleamed

It was such a peaceful place
The gentle breeze carressed my face

I came across a country stile
Where I could sit and think awhile

Far  away  from  this  dangerous  world
The  natural  beauty  just  unfurled.

Keith  Wilson.  Windermere.  UK  2016.

They saw the world differently and portrayed it...

...جهان را جور دیگری دیدند و بر من تصویر کردند