coffee-bearer

O coffee-bearer brighten my cup with the coffee
Delicious beverage, for God’s friends
O soothsayer, say good fortune is now mine
Little you know why with coffee, I always myself align.
O breeze if by chance you pass through friendly gardens
From me to my Beloved, please give a sign;
Ask why you choose to forget my name?
O Jimale, let a tear drop or two leave your eyes
Hafiz of Shiraz, one of the finest poets from Persia

weary

He’s weary as Hell
The confusion He’s feeling
Ain’t no tongue can tell
No poet can write

Good Qoutes

False words not only infect people with evil, but they cause schizophrenia that infects mind, heart and soul.

Writing is my ammo, I am ready for battle.

He who has learnt nothing from history has learnt nothing

He who knows a thing knows that he knows nothing, but he who knows nothing thinks he knows everything

I dream

A day when peace rings from the south to the north of the country

A day of peace, kindness, equality and justice for all

A day when we are one people of one land

A day when foreigners can’t divide and rule us

A day when we are all brothers of one nationA day when the blind man walks from south to north, free of dread

A day when everybody sleeps without scare of being killed, tortured or harassed More

Wretched Life

Yeah. Really
I hope you will hear my last plea,

this [terrorizing] isn’t fair,
Writing Blues and my paper dripping
Oozes tears
Every time I get to thinking
Sinking deep down
I’m losing wits! More