on writing

seriously, I remember when I was six
When writing came mysteriously and made me feel sixty
It understood me, and made my war-torn city heaven
I understood it as the new oppressed people’s weapon

Sorrow

What does life give you in the end but sorrow
Why do love’s good and evil send but sorrow

I have only seen true companion – pain
And I have known no faithful friend but sorrow

Why does my beloved separate from I
and why do I receive not faith but sorrow

Why did we unite and then separate
and why Jimale receive not joy but sorrow

 

images

remix of Hafez

Listen Darling

My dream, my desire,
My tale is you to become my soul-mate
Your beauty melted and ripened my heart
You’re the light of my eyes
You are my hope 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