When you fail It doesn't matter It's the last stepsYou can see the destination But you can't go on. Painting: acrylic on stretched canvas
I dreamt that you only Sit next to me on the bench On that far corner in park But look what I have now You are lying in my arms.
There are so many things Thanks to good hearts They bring life to living Kindness they're spreading This is the common trend Love isn't at an end That's about the public But they don't command The rule is now in hands Who have no hearts The world is beautiful But it's core is dark Painting … Continue reading The world is beautiful, but it’s core is dark
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
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
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
He loved two! One usually left him at the sunset One came to him when moon was shining. He couldn't decide which one Was his real love The official one Or what was officially A forbidden love
I know a strange creature Living on a far planet They need 18 orbits of the asteroid Around the star to get mature Yet after all these long periods Of nursing and learning and study Most of them they can't be like What they call themselves: humans!