I'm Hamed M. Dehongi. I am a writer and this is my blog. I like writing poetry, short stories, and novels.
Two birds live with each other forever never thinking about quitting even a single time. Why two humans feel for perfect love at a time and then forget about it for some little troubles. Painting: acrylic on stretched canvas
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
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
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
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
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,
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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The colour of my smile
isn’t the rosy red the fairytales
said it would be.
It’s smeared clear lipgloss
and the salty taste of tears.
It’s yellow, blue or every shade
breathing within a rainbow.
It’s pulled taut, barely shown
or the pearly-white gates on judgement day.
It’s good enough – rosy red or not.
It’s good enough
to be any colour I wish
my happiness to be.
In response to day 6: the colour of ______, #onceuponaseptember
Photograph & poem:© Kristiana Reed 2019
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I should have done my homework before You took the test of love and I failed I miscalculated the difficulties that may arise On the way that the destination was your love I discovered too late that you were so good That I should've prepared myself to be in level Now what can I do … Continue reading I was not prepared for your love
We thought it's enough For us forever To only have A perfect love A pure love That was never enough
