Month: September 2019

Hope of returning makes suffering easy

There was a man in a tribe in far, far lands. Where life was difficult and the surroundings cruel. He was wise and kind and supportive. All the individuals in the tribe and even from tribes nearby could count on him in terrible situations. He was not the strongest or wealthiest, but he had something … Continue reading Hope of returning makes suffering easy →

More intelligent species tend to be more obedient

As the intelligence of a species goes high, they tend to be more obedient. They usually live in groups and have some kind of social life. They have rules among them and a leader or boss to rule them. For example, look at gorillas and wolves. At the peak of this subject are humans. They … Continue reading More intelligent species tend to be more obedient →

Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam – What is my guilt, my destination set like this

Another translation of a rubaie from Omar Khayyam. In this rubaie, Omar blames his fates and suggests that the heavens determine his destination from the very beginning: the day of creation. The original poem in Persian is like this: آنروز که توسن فلک زین کردند و آرایش مشتری و پروین کردند این بود نصیب ما … Continue reading Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam – What is my guilt, my destination set like this →

Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam, Translation: I don’t know nor you, the eternal mysteries

I was enjoying reading poems of Omar Kheyyam. The copy I hold has translations for 5 different languages besides the original Persian. I didn't like the translation for English, because I believed it doesn't transfer the real meaning. So I did my own translation to English and share it here for my blog followers. Kindly … Continue reading Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam, Translation: I don’t know nor you, the eternal mysteries →

Just Breathe

The Cooking Writer

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She sits under the weeping willow,

it’s tears surrounding her in sorrow

She wanted to preserve her heart,

keep it from the pain of loosing another

For now all she can do is just breathe

Her eyes scan the open meadow,

it was secluded, no one to comfort her

She wishes to be happy,

have some kind of deliverance from her broken heart

But for now all she can do is just breathe

Must she sustain this misery?

Can her heart be plentiful again?

Will she find another love?

She slumps to the cold damp earth

There were no tears left,

they had dried up like a summer drought

She tries to just breathe

Suddenly she feels another  presence

She  looks through sadden eyes,

wondering if her prayers have been answered

In the distance she sees something,

is it him or an illusion?

She waits as the figure gets closer

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Hello

The Cooking Writer

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Hello,

you don’t know me,

but I wish you did

my heart will be unsatisfied

until I make myself known to you

Hello,

one simple word,

but I’m unable to speak when I see you

my legs fail to move, they want obey

all I can do is stare

Hello,

you’re so handsome

your dimples make me smile

our bodies  would fit together like a puzzle

the sound of your voice is like  music to my ears

Hello,

I know you see me staring,

the want in my eyes does not lie

Do you feel the same?

Do you want me too?

Hello,

I close my eyes and I see you

we’re arm in arm,

your lips teasing mine

you’re undressing me with your eyes

Hello,

one simple word I have decided to say

all you can do is turn me away

I put one foot in front of the other

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