Amen Long time ago, once the star war started. I quit beholding the sky, Moon and planets around it, and in silence uttered a dreaming heaven Rain for me and sea for you I fled with burning feathers. Am I afraid of falling in love? What about you? Choose either absurdity or pain. Live without any pretext in this giant circus. I need someone to dream for me If it’s impossible to dream of heaven let it be in its very primitive shape. Rough eyes and fiercely look, such as the sweat of wine and liquor that could be smelled from the armpits. Like the freshness of grape vines in a misty garden, as if some galloping horses had left there; dust, sweat and manure. Have you ever seen yourself as I see you? I know human beings are eager to be alive even in slavery, in prison or other humiliations, “I want to know if you can be alone with yourself” * Here I stay in the abyss of Hell content with a drop of wine. I can’t live without failure*. You, cleric go and find your supposed heaven, if it’s still not ruined by love. * The Invitation by Oriah Mountain Dreamer Cracked Skin Pomegranates I've been silent for a long time Like that pomegranate tree in our house when I was a child, A tree that never had enough water to its roots but every spring was filled with blossoms, and its branches full of pomegranates every Summer, though most of them had cracked skins. My mother was said smiling, These are smiley pomegranates. She was keeping some of them for cold long winter nights I've been silent for a long time like my mother, my father, my siblings and my classmates. Like our pomegranate tree and other trees in our neighborhood, which have never spoken Share your drunken moments with me until I drop the last drop of my life into your glass like a cracked skin pomegranate. Sadness is nothing but a heart, empty of a bright imagination. Share your drunkenness with me abandoned but rich. Music of the joyful roar of trees rivers, mountains and seas which have never been spoken in a cold long winter night.
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Mansour Noorbakhsh writes poems and stories in both English and Farsi, his first language, and has published books, poems and articles in both languages. His book length poem; “In Search of Shared Wishes” was published in 2017. He tries to be a voice for freedom, human rights and environment in his writings.
He is an Electrical Engineer, P.Eng. and lives with his wife, his daughter and his son in Toronto, Canada.