death note

aah jo quatra na nikla tha, so toofan nikla

a sigh that never trickled came out a tornado

-mirza ghalib

This storm that has not passed,

tonight it will bring us close.

While saving ourselves,

we shall touch each other.

The desire that stayed beneath

we shall stay with it tonight.

We shall love it,
kiss it, and hold close.

Tomorrow when it clears

we will remember.
In a death notebook
we shall write each other's name.
The cause-lovestruck
..........................................................................

this new day
i will kill you
slit your stomach
retrieve
every bit of love
that i fed you
i could sprinkle
acid and fire
let it eat your skin
wipe every mole
every fingerprint
see you raw inside
i could split your head
while you sleep
i will tear dreams
make them colourblind
turn them black
i could suffocate
your lungs with
smoke and hate
let obedient maggots
feast on you
a million shards
of that big mirror
will marinate your veins
in every piece.
you will die
with my picture
in your eyes

Forough

Have sinned a rapturous sin,in a warm enflamed embrace,sinned in a pair of vindictive arms,arms violent and ablaze.

Gift

Speak out of the deep of night
out of the deep of darkness
and out of the deep of night I speak.

If you come to my house, friend
bring me a lamp and a window I can look through
at the crowd in the happy alley.


Translated by Ahmad Karimi Hakkkak

Window

When my faith was hanging
by the weak thread of justice
and in the whole city
the hearts of my lamps were
being torn to pieces,
when the childlike eyes of my love
were being blindfolded by law's black kerchief,
and fountains of blood were gushing forth
from the distressed temples of my desire,
when my life was no longer anything,
nothing but the tick tock of a wall clock,
I discovered that I must,
that I absolutely had to
love madly.

one window is enough for me,
one window to the moment of consciousness
and looking and silence.
the walnut sapling
Is now tall enough to explain
the meaning of the wall
to its young leaves.
ask the mirror
the name of your savior.
Is not the earth that trembles under your feet
lonelier than you?

......

i watch

through the glass

two wrinkled dolls

white and pink

lips open and close

memorizing lullabies

little girl and mother

a patient struggle

timeline and tricks

chocolate stains

spilled tea

tastes of future

a lone traveler

a metallic journal

windblown thoughts

eastern puzzles

promises of return

to another life

yesterday

a father and son

a hushed reunion song

ham sandwiches and

Darjeeling tea

a strained longing

for the unused time

everyday

someone new

in pairs

unaware of me

my hand prints on glass

waiting for us

again

the same corner

hungry afternoon

a pot of tea

for two