I could not decipher the signals from unknown origin
They bombard the system with superfluous flow
The impenetrable database was corrupted and the possibilities to revive the program was hopeless
The projectile was hijacked by neophytes
Codependent program was hacked by overflow of stimulus
Storage space unit were curtailed by frivolous edges
Surmounted by enormous data feed
I couldn't remember how far I have come in treading the possibilities
Ergonomic simmer break new frontiers
Those are precious elements
Created at the heart of distant stars
They are fireballs of molten metals
Hiding the treasure at pressured cores
I am holding the dust from Andromeda
A living being pondering on the mystery of life
Looking into her physical composition
Finding her origin at distant galaxy
Discovered the missing piece among the grainy sand dunes
To this dust I will return
To be revived on next birth
Words are insufficient to describe your being
I can't stand the electrifying effect of your glistening eyes
Your eyes are the glimpse to your beautiful soul beneath
Age may wrinkle your face but the light of it remains forever
You trusted my capacity when I have lost faith in myself
When depression consumed my life essence and degenerated my mind , your smiles redeemed me
I chased you in my dreams , never wanted to wake up
Your gentle words ignited my soul
Your presence in my life is a gift from God
I don't know whether this can be considered as a poem.....
Poverty is a curse....
Undermines our existence...crushes our spirit
Drives us into paranoia and desperation
Inequality : is it God's creation or the natural law?
Religious beliefs proves vain in the face of adversity
We are measured in terms of bank notes we own
Those who has less of it are condemned to animalistic existence
God chooses to endow some with wealth and starve the rest of the world
From the very first glance
I was seized.
O woman of no choice!
You are the focal of anima!
You have been created
In God's image
You are the archetype.
O woman of inevitability!
I have no choice but to love.
And from the very first glance
You were seized.
I am a man of no choice!
I am the focal of animus!
I have been created
In God's image
I am the archetype.
I am a man of inevitablility!
You have no choice but to love.
Be a finite particle in an infinite universe
Be a droplet in the vast ocean
Transcend the time
Travel to unknown dimension
Be the ripple in a pond
Be a child in the face of eternity
Evade the oncoming traffic
Unfettered by space
Unbound by gravity
Stop the flow , break the limits!
Get up! Break the cycle of mediocrity!
For this is the way to live in this grandiose world
As the soul is borderless!
Inspired by Sirvan Khosravi's "Khoshalam" 2017 (Bimarz)
A female is a prisoner of conscience
Overridden by guilt for being rash at times
When all is expected of her is to be dolled up with excessive make up
And hide her pain and anger behind the fake smile
She must remain silent when strangers ***** her body
She must be obedient when her husband batters her
She must bear the excruciating childbirth without a grunt
A female is there to be used , abused and discarded
She is the decorative item
To be displayed everywhere and nowhere to be had
She is the laboratory subject
Men study her for eons and yet failed to grasp a fraction of understanding
A female remains an object of scrutiny in this shallow society
What a disgust for rational beings primed for intellectual prowess
To be treated as primitive primates!