Talking Closet


I used to think-
You’re gay…

Or that you-
Just didn’t know-

If you were gay-
Or weren’t gay.

Today, one thing I know:
That you really never cared…

With who you laid-
In bed.

Didn’t matter whatsoever;
Never had.

Inhibitions were the reason;
Impediment and fear.

Why you wouldn’t-
Do the things…

For which your soul-
Would yearn.

You awaited-
Certain favor…

So that you-
Could fall in love?

You waited-
For a lifetime…

So that someone else-
Would do…

What you’d wanted-
For an era,

What you’d wished for-
To be done.

They did it now-
They won.

A battle-
Of their own.

What happened-
To your days?

Your countless minutes-
Of the drown…

Your stifles of desire-
Your stranglements of love.

They won, they won-
They won.

And you, my friend-
Come on!

You do know-
What you want.

Music of Rubbles


Still lost-
In rubbles of the thought.
A rebel was I not?

Doing things that I have done…
Very safely doing none.

Debris I am; remains.
Broken bricks,
A walk of shame.

Trying every moment;
Doing things I only know.

Hiding things I feel,
Observing things within.

What I need to know,
The stuff I have to find,
Paths I shall on walk,

‘Where?’ I ask
And ‘when?’

I need things whereon I fall,
Things that walk.

I need to never need,
Never using-
Words like this.

But that I do.

Cause I’m rubbles,
You remember?

I’m no maverick-
At this time.

So should I not remember?
Or remember-
To forget?

The stars-
Have ever proven:
Their existence-
On my days…

They do so still.

I lie, I lie, I lie!

What if-
You have never lied?
That it’s me-
Who’s been very very blind?

What if this-
Is yet another lie-
That I penned-
So that I could feel-



These stories-
Have been told.
Let’s not forget.

These questions-
Have been asked
Though truly-
Never answered.

Much lie-
Has been told;
And retold-
And believed.

The eyes-
Have deceived,
Been deceived,
Looked away.

Have been read,
Beread and-

Yet have ached;
Been pained-
And paroled.

The story-
Has been told.
Of love-
In hearts of gold.

They laugh-
And they scorn;
What they-
Haven’t ever known.

It’s not-
For everyone to feel;
Even though-
It’s very simple.

You may feel-
Or have it ample.
You might falter-
And be gone.

Inner balance-
Shall be practiced.
Something new-
That I can preach?

Keep it real.
Oh what a sentence!
It deludes,
Only deludes.

We don’t truly know-
Each other,
One another-
And ourselves.

We are strangers
We’re unheard of,
We are aliens,

You don’t know me.
You don’t know you.
I know nothing.
We know none.

Maybe one thing-
In common-
Have we all…
Collective truth?

That fact that-
We need peace.
The truth beneath-
The promise.

The tale that-
Love is real.
Even though-
It does beguile.

Is that something that’s-
Been told?
Or retold?
Or never told?



It’s time to leave
A distant promise

Holding thoughts of-
What there was

Clinging not to-

What there was-
It merely was

A candle though in awe
I see fire, searing sun

Our meeting place was-
The cobweb

Interwoven threads
Of one

It shrinks right now
It fades

Drooping in the skies
‘We sag’ you say, we hang

We float in flowy matter
One touch, we fly away

It’s real though
Is it not?

The promise of-
The touch.

It burns though
Does it not?

Oozing fires-
Of the sun.

Bearing Days


Don’t gather.
I know as well…
How no one has to know;
Even though they know,
They know.

Don’t die.
I also feel it…
The pain in killing life;
Even when you do it,
Take its life.

Don’t cling.
It’s shaped on end this thought…
How someone needs to breathe;
Even though they don’t,
Or do they try?

The fire needs the touch.
Oh the thunder needs-
To breath!
If even through-
A breeze.

Is the reason for the-
Glow of blazing stars.

Hold the hands-
Of a wanderer-
Who’s lost.

The flow of doubt-
In heavens,
Dangling through-
The dare.

Dazed and dull-
And dreary,
Dreading dreams-
And bearing days.

Till tomorrow-
Shall we wonder-
What this moment-
Might’ve been?

So reliant-
On the linear,
Learning none-
And leaning not.

They are everywhere-
The stars.
You may fly above-
And feel.

I assure you-
Of the moment
That you are and-
You are not.

Now I see it,
Cause I’ve done it;
Now I do it,
Cause I did?

How much pain-
For silly pleasure?
Is it decades…
Is it just-

The other day?



باز ما را بهار آمد؛
هر روز عاشق،
وز دل اما هیچ-

جز گلستان زندگی-
و روشنی حقیقت.

برهنگی باران-
و جنون شکوفه.

خواستن هامان از برای هم-
چون آرزوی قاصدک؛
از برای دیگری.



A concept of Time-
Seasons, Minutes, Now.
Intertwined with Life-
Living: Breathe or die.

New days are on agenda-
Hopeful zeros, ones
And more…
Or maybe less?

‘Tis the season-
That brings outsets;
Joyful glow of-
Living flow.

Tearing torrents,
Fluffy flurries!
Scorching sun-
And wailing wind.

That’s the secret-
Of this chapter;
Why it lingers-
Very short.

No boundaries-
There are;
Except for here-
And short for now.

If you feel it,
You’re alive.
If you’ve failed,
It’s all already gone.

Constant promise-
Of a moment;
Once you look-
And then it flees.

Can you feel it?
Can you not?
Would you break apart-
And cry?

Be the rain-
The washing drizzle?
Be the breeze-
That touches and beholds?

Let me be it;
The promise that was made.
Let me feel it;
All the life I didn’t live.

It’s time-
Of living dreams.
It’s that moment-
We for long have overseen.

Let’s breathe upon-
The breeze that bring us joy.
Let us dare;
And dream away this spring.

Soliloquys to Him



I look at you and I smile
Then I leave you high and dry.

I melt your eyes of gold
Then I leave cause’ I’ve been told.

This cowardice of mine
I’m aware of as you are.

We both know this
Do we not?

And I? I look at you
I feel so much as I look.

I take pleasure in the sight
But then I have to look away…

I want to feel your touch
But you see? It’s just too much.

You do know that,
Do you not?

Your flesh I shall devour,
With you, it won’t suffice!

There is so much we can do
As well as feel, as well as live.

But I won’t, cause’ that’s not me
I am something else, you see?

You’re well aware of that,
Am I not right?

To me, you’re all I ever wanted,
Couldn’t think of something else…

You’re the soul beyond my dreams,
That I’ve longed for, lived to feel.

You’re the answer to my lack,
The presence I’ve held back.

I know you know it;
And you know.

I would love to kiss your lips,
And feel your soul within my arms.

You’re the promise that I wished for
The sacred story I was told

I shall hold you and caress you;
So my cares would fade away.

I simply won’t do it, though;
You see.

I see, I am aware
I know, yes you are right.

We do know it
You and I.

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