I'm Hamed M. Dehongi. I am a writer and this is my blog. I like writing poetry, short stories, and novels.
We are all slaves! Even you, you brave! We are all slaves! All but with degrees. You want to measure, Your degree of slavery, I have a self test, It works for any race. Life is too short. So the extend, You are free of slavery Is that, the ratio You have control on Your … Continue reading Freedom Self Test
You lie in peace , fast asleepDrowned in dream, so deep As if you don't have any newsThe troubles you always refuse World and so many men you setOn fire, you might not know yet Love you sell around the worldStill you don't buy, a single word What use of love when inaccessibleI asked in flash, … Continue reading You know nothing of love, you said
Hesitation is not an excuse To let her go into a grey way You should've been honest With the love or the other way Painting:acrylic on stretched canvas
The boat is ready The route is known Toward the destination Toward the final goal This is the excuse Most of us make To kill the time Avoiding the first step. Painting: acrylic on stretched canvas
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
An alone tree in the middle of a vast desert, appears to be the last symptom of life that remained in the terrible conditions. Hot days when sun shines brutally and fires everything without anything can scape from its light. Cold freezing nights that kill every new leaf. The sky is only kind once a … Continue reading The last tree in a vast desert
My soul resides currently in my physical body, witch consists of ,I don't know exactly the right number, billions of molecules. These molecules and atoms flow to my body and go inside and remain for a certain time. Then they leave. It happens millions of times during my life and these molecules had had this … Continue reading Millions lived inside me millions of time
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
Each of us belongs to a colour, and feels safe and secure when we see us among our colour with a big circle of same-coloured people around us that makes a big circle with strict boundaries. I'm not talking only about skin colour, but anything that makes a group of people different from other groups. … Continue reading We feel safe and secure in our color’s circle, but let other colors join to form a more diverse palette
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
