One day

One day I'll pick what I dropped when I was a little girl. I'll start painting on a paper with drawing pencils or on a really big canvas and I'll do that with all the colors that I admire.
One day I'll start reading the poems that I liked and I forgot, the ones that I started and never finished and the ones that I never started.

I wish you

First of all, I wish you love, and that by loving you may also be loved. But if it’s not like that, be brief in forgetting And after you’ve forgotten, don’t keep anything. I wish that wouldn’t happen, but if it does and you forget, you could be a person without desperation.
I also wish you may have a lot of friends, And even if they are bad and inconsequent, They should be brave and true And, at least one of them, should be completely reliable.
But because life is the way it is, I also wish you may have enemies. Not many or too little, just in the right number So that you will have to question your own certainties and truths as well. And may there be among them at least one who is just and fair, So that you can never feel too secure in your ideas.
I wish you may be useful but not irreplaceable And in your bad moments, When you have nothing else, That sense of usefulness will keep you on your feet.
So equally, I wish you to be tolerant, Not with those that make little mistakes, because that is easy, but with those that make a lot of mistakes and can’t help it. And make good use of this tolerance to set an example to others.
I wish that, being young, you don’t mature too quickly And once you’re mature, don’t insist in getting younger. And when you’re old, don’t feel despaired Because each age has its pains and pleasures And we need them both in our lives.
By the way, I wish you to be sad at least one day So on that day you may discover That to laugh everyday is good, To laugh often is boring And to laugh constantly is an illness.
I wish that you may discover With maximum urgency That, above and in spite of everything, There are people around you who are depressed, Unhappy and unjustly treated.
I wish you to caress a dog, To feed a bird and to listen to its chirp as well As it sings triumphantly early in the morning. Because this way you will feel good for no reason.
And then I wish you may sow a seed Even if it is really small. And may you accompany it in its growth. So that you will discover how many lives a tree is made of.
I wish as well that you may have money, because we need to be practical. And that, at least once a year, You put some of this money in front of you and say “This is mine”. So it is very clear who owns who.
Also, I wish none of your loved ones may die, But if some of them do, I wish you may cry without regret and without feeling guilty for the things you never said or the things you never did.
Finally, I wish for you that being a man, you may have a good woman and being a woman, you may have a good man. Tomorrow and the day after.
If all these things would happen to you, Then I wish for you nothing more.

-Victor Hugo

Sound of Silence

In the naked light I saw
Ten thousand people, maybe more.
People talking without speaking,
People hearing without listening,
People writing songs that voices never share
And no one deared
Disturb the sound of silence.

In memory of the lost poet

My sorrows,even though, are not the same as the sorrows of people of our time, however are the sorrows of these people.
The people who their skins' wrinkles, their sleeves' colors, their names, their shabby identities' covers suffer from pain.
I feel , however, the pain in all my bones and in the plain moments of my rhyming.
-Gheysar Aminpoor
He just passed away at the age of 48 in Tehran... May his soul rest in peace.

I tried to translate this poem close to the Persian version. If anyone has a better English version or suggestion, please do not hesitate.

Drawing by Hossein Safi

Presence

This moment we have, is not imagination. we can feel it's reality but does it count as our existence?...

I love this poem of Rumi,

There is a way between voice and presence.
Where information flows.
In disciplined silence it opens.
With wandering talk it closes.


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On Death

Most people would rather die than think; in fact, they do so

-Bertrand Russell

Life is weaker than death, and death is weaker than love
-Khalil Gibran

Be ashamed to die until you have won some victory for humanity
-Horace Mann

Live and Love...

Laugh too much and love like you've never been hurt,
because every sixty seconds you spend upset is a minute of happiness you'll never get back.
Don't be afraid that your life will end, be afraid that it will never begin.

I happened to see these words and I don't know the source. Just wanted to keep them in here.
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Update: Seems this poem is from Rumi.

Keep-out house

This poem by Shel Silverstein reminds me the time that we want to be just by ourselves so that, we can hardly find our own selves,

At last-I finished my keep-out house,
A house that's meant for privacy,
A house that's meant for peacefulness,
A house just meant for only me.
There is no door where strangers knock,
No window where they peek and grin.
A perfect private keep-out house...
Now ... how do I get in?

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