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Have you ever heard in your mind the sounds that silence makes the silence that spreads like music as in splendor a dewy morning breaks silence that clings to a Florentine fog as lone cyclist a cobble street snakes the silence that hangs heavy after a heavy down pour finally ends or await with it for the moment when heaven its pearly reward sends they sound so different and surreal like life’s ethereal myriad bends the silence that weighty dwells in wisps, rises from vacant eyes the silence that fills to the brim dole, of a beggar’s ripping sighs silence that hangs like a sword on fears of unsaid distant byes silence o endless tormenting silence you play on a piano’s dusty keys from a chair that rocks in howling wind on a lifeless verandah, distant sees from a score of such like mends wherefrom one has drunk to ones lees it speaks no man’s earthly breath yet heard in shattering numbness in ache and blight so steeped in rustle of a long gone worn dress in raucous merry gay proceeds or the mirth of a child’s bless in the time of a frisky bloomy day or gnaw of a long starry night the lullaby of distant streaking trains or the gondola’s reflective sight the cavort of journeys done together Echoes the hush of a soundless blight original saadat tahir 22nd July, 2k13 Islamabad.

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Jul 22, 2013

Jul 22, 2013 at 11:59 AM UTC

saadat-tahir

Sounds of Silence ... 2207-2k13

Have you ever heard in your mind the sounds that silence makes the silence that spreads like music as in splendor a dewy morning breaks silence that clings to a Florentine fog as lone cyclist a cobble street snakes the silence that hangs heavy after a heavy down pour finally ends or await with it for the moment when heaven its pearly reward sends they sound so different and surreal like life’s ethereal myriad bends the silence that weighty dwells in wisps, rises from vacant eyes the silence that fills to the brim dole, of a beggar’s ripping sighs silence that hangs like a sword on fears of unsaid distant byes silence o endless tormenting silence you play on a piano’s dusty keys from a chair that rocks in howling wind on a lifeless verandah, distant sees from a score of such like mends wherefrom one has drunk to ones lees it speaks no man’s earthly breath yet heard in shattering numbness in ache and blight so steeped in rustle of a long gone worn dress in raucous merry gay proceeds or the mirth of a child’s bless in the time of a frisky bloomy day or gnaw of a long starry night the lullaby of distant streaking trains or the gondola’s reflective sight the cavort of journeys done together Echoes the hush of a soundless blight original saadat tahir 22nd July, 2k13 Islamabad.

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My heart pulsates in my throat untamed like dark voodoo drums within the drums roll tears fearing words that are yet to come it’s been just a moment, just a trice that I, hope filled, just found you my searches in the raves had given me an answer in you Scarce had my eyes feasted scant to my heart’s fill if at all, a look in your doe eyes hardly the expression of my sighs a bit had I heard those chimes not at all in them hid the signs The shine off your rosy cheek language that your eyes speak The curls of your auburn hair flick of them, sans a care flutter of thy lashes and their storm Supple the lure of full arms the yearn in their heavenly charms swaying slowly as you walk a rage for the town to carry on talk you speak not those words twitter for my ears, of loving birds I shudder in pain and consuming loss woe begone, beset, I toss loss of a lifetime, in a frame reset you say you are helpless, weak whence shall I fetch for you a winners streak. O love! Walk up bold to the deserting train in the deluge of love nothing is sane walk and you shall not walk in vain Blow away the haunting shadow of pain or slowly step aside and let it chug off to let them laugh who had their scoff don’t throw away a beautiful life and buy us both a lonely strife original saadat tahir 12th Jun, 2k13 Islamabad.

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Jun 12, 2013

Jun 12, 2013 at 11:45 AM UTC

saadat-tahir

To the deserting train ... 1006-2k13

My heart pulsates in my throat untamed like dark voodoo drums within the drums roll tears fearing words that are yet to come it’s been just a moment, just a trice that I, hope filled, just found you my searches in the raves had given me an answer in you Scarce had my eyes feasted scant to my heart’s fill if at all, a look in your doe eyes hardly the expression of my sighs a bit had I heard those chimes not at all in them hid the signs The shine off your rosy cheek language that your eyes speak The curls of your auburn hair flick of them, sans a care flutter of thy lashes and their storm Supple the lure of full arms the yearn in their heavenly charms swaying slowly as you walk a rage for the town to carry on talk you speak not those words twitter for my ears, of loving birds I shudder in pain and consuming loss woe begone, beset, I toss loss of a lifetime, in a frame reset you say you are helpless, weak whence shall I fetch for you a winners streak. O love! Walk up bold to the deserting train in the deluge of love nothing is sane walk and you shall not walk in vain Blow away the haunting shadow of pain or slowly step aside and let it chug off to let them laugh who had their scoff don’t throw away a beautiful life and buy us both a lonely strife original saadat tahir 12th Jun, 2k13 Islamabad.

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The smell of the apple's body... 🍎🌼 The sun... ☀️ Dry smell of unripe persimmons 🍅🍁 🍅🍁☘ Among the buttons of my dress... Folding the sun... ☀️ On the clothesline... Like The whiteness of the Childhood hands... 🌼🌼🌼 A cloud, ☁️ At the top of the mountain... ⛰ ☁️🎈☁️☁️🎈 I'm the length of the spike wheat... 🌾 And your eyes... The time of harvesting... 🌾🌾🌾 spring equinox, ☘🌸 half the blossoms already fallen... I'm in love with a man From May... ☘☘☀️☘ The sky was bluer than ever... آسِمآن آبي تر از هَمیشه بُود... And I remember all the peach blossoms... و مَن تَمآمِ شِکُوفِه هآيِ هُلو را به خآطِر دآرَم... That golden glitter in your eyes... آن بَرقِ رُوشَنِ چَشم هآیَت... " You smell like the dust and all blue jasmines...! " And I always want spring... وَ مَن دُوست دآرَم هَمیشه بَهآر بآشَد... When the bud blooms... زَمآني کِه شِکُوفِه گُل مي دَهَد... Blue slickers, Children growing In the rain... 💧💧💧 After seeing the red carnations .... The dream of the White breaths of a lily flower In the old days of a man... Being by your side, Still carrying The aroma of Cherry blossoms... 🌸🍒 🌸🍒☘ Your forehead, All the fig trees... 🍑🌳🌳🍑🌳 🌳🌳🌳 ☘🍑 My hand, dropping you Into the sky... 🎈 Will we get to the summer? And I don't ask anymore... Why does my cancerous mother lose her hair? Why am I not pregnant? Not feeling the fetus kicking in my womb... My dress is not blue...?! After Saadat Abad Street... At that time, When my mother's lily petals, Falling down On the iranian carpet... You have been...! بُودِه اي...!

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Nov 22, 2021

Nov 22, 2021 at 11:04 AM UTC

yasaman-johari

"When the bud blooms..." (1) زَمآني کِه شِکُوفِه گُل مي دَهَد...

The smell of the apple's body... 🍎🌼 The sun... ☀️ Dry smell of unripe persimmons 🍅🍁 🍅🍁☘ Among the buttons of my dress... Folding the sun... ☀️ On the clothesline... Like The whiteness of the Childhood hands... 🌼🌼🌼 A cloud, ☁️ At the top of the mountain... ⛰ ☁️🎈☁️☁️🎈 I'm the length of the spike wheat... 🌾 And your eyes... The time of harvesting... 🌾🌾🌾 spring equinox, ☘🌸 half the blossoms already fallen... I'm in love with a man From May... ☘☘☀️☘ The sky was bluer than ever... آسِمآن آبي تر از هَمیشه بُود... And I remember all the peach blossoms... و مَن تَمآمِ شِکُوفِه هآيِ هُلو را به خآطِر دآرَم... That golden glitter in your eyes... آن بَرقِ رُوشَنِ چَشم هآیَت... " You smell like the dust and all blue jasmines...! " And I always want spring... وَ مَن دُوست دآرَم هَمیشه بَهآر بآشَد... When the bud blooms... زَمآني کِه شِکُوفِه گُل مي دَهَد... Blue slickers, Children growing In the rain... 💧💧💧 After seeing the red carnations .... The dream of the White breaths of a lily flower In the old days of a man... Being by your side, Still carrying The aroma of Cherry blossoms... 🌸🍒 🌸🍒☘ Your forehead, All the fig trees... 🍑🌳🌳🍑🌳 🌳🌳🌳 ☘🍑 My hand, dropping you Into the sky... 🎈 Will we get to the summer? And I don't ask anymore... Why does my cancerous mother lose her hair? Why am I not pregnant? Not feeling the fetus kicking in my womb... My dress is not blue...?! After Saadat Abad Street... At that time, When my mother's lily petals, Falling down On the iranian carpet... You have been...! بُودِه اي...!

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