The dark circles around my eyes,
Or your eyes,
Does it matter?
Shared pain manifests itself in shared signs of misery,
On a promise that was never made,
A hope that doesn’t exist,
In space that doesn’t belong to me,
Time that I can scarcely touch,
And when I look at my eyes in the mirror,
I know that you might, too,
Makes me want to break through the fabric of spacetime,
Find a corner of the universe that’s both mine,
We could watch the circles around our eyes fade,
And our eyes,
And our bodies,
And maybe even our souls,
If I ever find that corner some day,
I promise to wait for you,
Just as you never promised to return.
October 24, 2012
Promises Are Forever
You shouldn’t make promises,
If you don’t want to keep them,
Shouldn’t say good bye,
For what will always be yours anyway,
The questions will never be answered,
Until we run out of words,
And on the last page of our story,
The final sentence will be a promise,
"If it is forever,
Then so be it.”
- Shahryar -
September 17, 2012
Those Impossible Dreams
I like dreaming,
Of stupid things like world peace!
And everyone learning to be like children,
For a time when they, too,
Can have the dreams I have,
I’m aware of the impossibility of it all,
The imminent possibility,
Of never seeing any of my dreams come true,
That’s okay, though,
Because I will still have them,
The child inside me,
Doesn’t want to be buried,
September 15, 2012
Burdened by the weight of my own nothingness,
Tangled in the lines of your radiance,
Like a speck of dust,
Stuck in the web of a master weaver,
Stranded till I drop to the ground below,
By the fluttering wings of a new captive,
Perhaps a moth,
Before it’s insides are metled,
In the heat of passion of your thousand-legged spiderly love,
Then its dried up exoskeleton shall fragment,
Against the never-ending winds of passing,
Turn to dust,
And I’ll wait for it’s debris to join me,
Over the carcasses of many a fallen lovers,
Under the comfort of your shadow.
September 9, 2012
It’s Almost Autumn Again, You Know
If I were you,
And you were me,
I’d let you know,
…because as unsure I am of Heaven,
is not knowing!
But you are you,
And I have yet to learn patience,
So when the trees get ready to shed their last leaves in November,
Be ready for me to stare down onto the leaves that couldn’t wait for winter,
And muster up a smile,
Because I’m still grateful,
And I’m still here,
To renew that promise again,
"I’ll wait till there’s never spring again."
— Shahryar —
July 15, 2012
خون کودک و جوان
خون میانه سال و پیر
خون دختر و پسر
خون مرد و زن
خون خون است
چه در سمنگان
چه در کابل
چه در بامیان
نمی خواهم دیگر ببینمت
به ندرت به چشم ما بخور
خسته شدیم از تو
به هر نام که باشی
مسلمان و هندو و مسیحی و کلیمی
افغان و پاکستان و عرب و ایرانی
پشتون و تاجیک و ازبیک و هزاره
برو و دیگر خاک ما را به خود آلوده نکن
از رنگ سرخ تو
از بوی مخوف تو
از چسپناکیی شرشییت
دگیر هیچ نمی خواهم
بجایت گل می خواهم
کتاب می خواهم
سرک می خواهم
دیگر حرف نماندی برایم
دیگر نمی خواهمت.
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