"Poetry or the True Image of Life!" (IV)
syavash
sa...@drill.me.utoronto.ca
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Dedicated to ALL,
Who are sentenced to:
"One hundred years of Solitude" *
* : The masterpiece literature by Jose Gabriel Garcia Marquez
Crime
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you "ALL" people out there
I reach out for help
tell me
tell me.......
how long is the distance
between passion and pity
how many days and nights
would you stare at phone
to hear the pleasant ringing
of the reply to your phone call
how long would it take
to build a shining palace of hope
in your foggy dream
days, months, years?
to drown your love in history
seconds, moments, words?
how many times would you risk
to sow happiness
and
harvest deep sorrow
and still survive?
how long would it take
to realize you are sold for free
and
how many more times would you
put your soul on sale?
how hard would be the penalty of your crime
to keep pushing her away
till finally sink
in the empty freedom
how silently would you let it go
while not having the right to defend yourself
during an injustice trial
how many more times one can start again
listening to the same old songs over and over
escaping from pain and loneliness
by writing dull poetry
how many more times would you
review years-old letters of her
sit on the cold stone on the street at nights
staring at the small window of your hope
whishing her shadow behind black curtain would pass by
while sharing your tears with lonely stars
how easy would it be
to sleep at 4 am and
to wake up at 6 am
whishing ALL were just nightmares
how many more times would you
stare at a picture surrounded in your thirsty mind
and cry out :
" Would you ever come back? "
how long would you wear mourning black and not shave
after losing your sun
how hard would it be
to get used to your hopeless empty mail box
while it were full of passion every day for months
how long would your heart be able
to keep these suffering questions as secrets
before your chest would expolde of pain
tell me
how many days would be the difference between
the date smiling on the last love letter
and hearing the breath-taking cold "Good Bye"
just 6 days?
after ALL
tell me you ALL out there
how does it feel living in
"One hundred years of Solitude" ?
syavash shaghayegh
june 27, 1995
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Dedicated to ALL,
Who are sentenced to:
"One hundred years of Solitude" *
* : The masterpiece literature by Jose Gabriel Garcia Marquez
just wondering.....
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For centuries
i am staring at my alarm clock
thinking what time it would be now there
at her place
and
just wondering.......
whether she still wears "red" perfume after taking shower every morning
or
would she still wear her red sunglasses
while walking on the beach
in the hot summer afternoons
would her hair still dance
in the wind
as the frozen moment
living in the very first picture
she sent me
whether she still enjoys walking slowly
without umbrella under the rain
like i did this morning
whether she still eats
"strawberries with champagne" in winter
like old good days
whether she still checks out
the street from the balcony
before he comes for the date
like she used to wait for me
whether she still enjoys hearing
the nicknames
which i used to call her with
whether any traces has been left of
our walking for hours on the streets
the gypsy who used to tell her furtune
in the park
whether she still calls him every hour
at his work
like she used to call me
whether she still goes to movies every night
like we used to
and afterwards
whether he takes her to dinner
like i used to
whether her green-blue eyes would glow
when she meets him
like when she used to meet me
dont blame me
i am stuck between the arrows of my frozen alarm clock
for cunteries.
syavash shaghayegh
june 27, 1995
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