Surin delavar

A man is happy when he has pain, for the pain of having no pain can only be cured by the fire. -a poet

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It seems as if silence

is all that is left between us.

The pen has broken.

[naasirheydari]

Take away everything

that covers my skin

from your rain. 

[naasirheydari]

There is more to these motions

and these sounds

then the words you use to describe them.

Truth is unarticulated,

your articulation is always relative. 

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I am too blind

and too short sighted

to know which road to take

or which way to turn.

You're beautiful,

teach me how 

to make this story

beautiful too.

[naasirheydari]

When only poison is left Do you still eat Or do you starve by choice?

[naasirheydari]

They deny the extraordinary For all they know By choice Is the ordinary. "What mountain? What sky?" They cry out As they shut the windows Of their dark room. Beloved, There are worlds That lie beyond All the things you do In that small room.

[naasirheydari]

Goodness gives every story a beautiful ending.

Be nothing but sheer goodness,

for nothing else remains.

[naasirheydari]

You look at such far distances

but miss what lies right before you.

You leave this land barren,

in hope of cultivating some other land.

But what have you ever cultivated?

Everywhere you go, 

gardens become cages.

It isn't the garden that is a cage,

it is you;

you carry chains wherever you go.

[naasirheydari]

If the people of paradise are thrown into hell,

hell will become paradise through them

and were the true denizens of hell

brought to paradise

they would suffer eternally.

[naasirheydari]

Many people grow in wisdom with age

I have only grown in bear-ness. 

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I'm on an edge and so close to falling off,

don't let go,

please don't.

[naasirheydari]

You saw ink and paper

while I saw

my heart written out

before me.

[naasirheydari]

Always crossing bridges (at Westside Hwy)

[naasirheydari]

A gazelle was waiting by my door

in the dark of night.

A hunter

whose silent beauty

drew me into the jungle

where that lion

lay in wait.

Living was nothing

but learning to die

at your hand.

[naasirheydari]

Life was too short

for your every impatience.

The doors that you closed

that should have stayed open.

The doors that you broke open

that should have stayed close.

[naasirheydari]

روز مرگم نفسى مهلت ديدار بده، تا چو حافظ ز سر جان و جهان بر خيزم

[naasirheydari]

Bahar geldi!