Idea

I turned on TV
And found the same debates,
That I was watching,
Well, I don't exactly remember,
Since when ?
Suited in blacks, with serious faces,
bald, greyhead, clean-shaved, beard,
With all sorts of appearances,
But with same topics, they wrestle hard,
With open-ended confusions,
I changed the channel,
To go to world of animals,
Or may be to world of arts,
I thought, may be
I have grown above these debates
Then paused for a while, and asked myself,
Do you really?
Have you done with all those concepts,
That you have wrestled before with?
I realized, no actually, no
I have never done with any idea,
When I run out of explanations for one,
I just go after the next concept
Even the most basic things
Like dress, home, food
That most may not take serious
As an idea, worth to think about
Have no been easy for me
I am still wrestling
With concept of dress, for example
I do remember, my favorite dress
It was a dark brown,
A little loose but light and silky
I was keep wearing it
Even when it was worn out
Sometimes, I was hearing comments,
It is a little loose on you
The dark brown doesn't look good on you
But these comments
Never shook my affection for it
In late teenage, I was introduced
To a new concept of dress
The real friends are like dress
They cover your shortcomings
And make you comfortable
I took this concept by heart
But still struggling to understand it
In behaviors, in arguments
I am not different from the people on TV
May be, it is in nature of concepts
That they want us to think them
Again, and again and again
But never done with them
So they keep growing
I got sympathetic to those people
Engaged with same old concepts
And switched back the channel

Feel it while it is forming

Like all naive students
Who enter college with a hope,
That they will replace their careless childhood,
With rational scholars,
Who will be able to understand the world,
Like their way home from college,
They will leave their marks on earth,
As volcanoes leave craters behind,
I entered college with such a naive head
I was in rush in consuming information
As a bear who gets ready for coming winter,
By looking greedily for food and preys to put on fat,
Just to find out that college alone doesn't make you ready,
Understanding is more of a personal quest,
It is the way one process information
And the way one treat the ideas,
While they are forming,
It is like the concept of God,
It is in you, but you can't see Him,
You just have to feel it,
And God answers you back,
The way you feels Him
No wonder, those who seek
Shortest route to God by suicide bombing
Have formed a violent concept of God in them
And those who seek repentance all the time
Have formed a school master concept of God
And those who try to understand the world
With rationality,
Have formed the concept of omniscient God
I have learnt all these years
That feeling an idea while it is forming
Makes the difference of being genuine
Or living with borrowed senses
And I have experienced
That with borrowed senses
You can't see the reality
But just what others
Want you to see
You can't feel, how others feel
Unless, you start feeling yourself
All have to grow
To replace their careless childhood
With a caring adult who either
Care with feelings or care they way
Others suggest to them

Transition

The first time,
Yes, the first time,
That I was turned down,
For the job because of my height,
I realized that I have ceased,
That I have ceased to grow anymore
Worry? Yes, I was worried to death,
How could I supposed to live?
To live a stagnant life without growth?
I was worried and looking for ways
Reading, asking and experimenting,
To grow half an inch more,
To become fit again for the job,
That I loved and prepared for so long
Like an alchemist, I found a perfect formula
That took my ambition from half an inch
To a space for an infinite growth
The space was in me
And the formula was imagination,
My griefs turned into triumph
Mother Nature truly loves us
By stopping our outward growth
She tells us to turn in
To turn in for growing in
In a space where even God
Wants a place in it
In a space where those who care about you
Want their places to be permanent
And it was a big transition

Yes, I am a man

Humans are those weird beings that judges each of its societal part through its historical lenses. There are a lot of cry for women and a lists of crimes have listed to the name of men that they are supposedly have done over human history. Now, every man is looked upon through these historical lenses and men to a large extent have accepted them. Although, I am sympathetic to feminine voices, but I don't agree with notion that men are looked upon as "all the same". Each human (gender doesn't matter) is unique and deserves to be looked upon that way: 

Yes, I am a man
But I don't want to be seen,
By my body parts,
Or to be expected from a part of my body,
To speak for me, as a whole
Yes, I am a man
Not beard, not mustache,
Not wide shoulders,
Not Prominent chests,
Not heavy arms,
Yes, I am a man
But I don't want to be seen
In frame of tradition,
Yes, I am a man,
Not greedy eyes,
That look at things with temptation,
Not a territorial being,
Whose all pride is his territory,
Not the trader of inherited identity,
Who judges others by his inherited values
Yes, I am a man,
With a curious eyes,
For everything visible,
Yes, it is susceptible to beauty,
And at times get tired,
Shines with sparking lights,
And blurred with rolling tears,
Needs the helps of lenses to corrects its sights,
Still, it can see through a soul,
Through the eyes that look into them
Yes, I am a man,
With a starved soul,
For every bit of affection,
Yes, at times, it feels down,
It wanders for its other part,
It grieves for its helplessness,
Still, it holds no grudges,
It doesn't walk back,
And readily trust assurances
Yes, I am a man
With a restless mind,
All the time ready, for all sparks,
Yes, at times, it get confused,
It misjudges and misinterpret things,
get noisy and unsatisfied,
doubts and questions,
Still, it listen to reasons,
To soft voices even if they are bitter,
Yes, I am a man
With eager hands,
To hold tight open hands,
Yes, at time it shakes,
Still, it is always ready,
to get dusty, muddy, greasy and dirty,
To create and to help
Yes, I am a man
With thin shanks,
Firm to walk unknown paths,
And to places, it is welcomed

Hate Connects Us

I hate limits,
I hate boundaries,
I hate restrictions,
I hate conditions,
And, I believe,
Not just believe,
But see it repeatedly,
That this hate is universal,
It connects me to all those,
Who rebel against control,
By breaking lines,
By pouring colores,
By tearing up rhymes,
By subduing meaning,
By challenging sense,
By facing their fears,
By expressing their feelings,
Without accepting peer-pressures,
By being true to their selves,
By embracing fantasy,
By listening to their dreams,
By letting their imaginations,
Create alternate worlds
worlds, where they could breathe,
And mold, the way they want to mold,
Values that they value most
Hate connects me to all
Even to those who unconsciously
Accepted the peer-pressures
And see the world with borrowed eyes,
Kill their feelings everyday
And think of themselves as good humans
Just to keep happy those,
Who take pride of encouraging others
To sacrifice themselves for them
I know, they have the desire
To be themselves
And those unexpressed desires
Connect me to them

My Soulmate

As I got up, I was blank
As if I don't remember anything
No feelings, no idea
I wondered, what happened to me?
But any expressions without feelings,
is like wandering without purpose
So I stopped wondering and went out
to see in from outside, to find out the reason
And there was the sky, up there
With dark stagnant clouds,
With expressionless face,
No feelings, No idea,
So, I said, it is again you,
Wake up, wake me up
Wonder, why I ask the sky
To wake me up?
I feel, sky is my soulmate
Holding the string of my soul in its hand
And stir my feelings at its will
I feel, sky is a window to my soul
Sometimes, I forget that sky is up there
And it reminds me of its existence
By bright sun that makes my head boil
And I know, it is angry
By a large white moon
And I know, it is in romantic mood
By dark stagnant clouds
And I know, it is bored
By bright clear sky
And I know, it is happy without any reason
By rapidly changing clouds,
Painting and erasing them
And I know, it is in creative mood
By low dark clouds and then suddenly,
Lightening, shouting and pouring
And I know, it is in childish mood,
Trying to scare me, make me hide
And when I look miserable, it enjoys the looks
By soft rains, interrupted by its silence
And then raining again
And I know, it is sad
And having difficulty to tell me
How does it feel
All it needs is solitude
So it could wash out slowly
With soft rains all those sandy
Misunderstandings that is scratching
its delicate soul
By countless little stars
That twinkle, with different strengths,
And I know, this is story time,
And all these stories are about us,
About the origin of our souls
And their journey
And our future,
That we are destined to,
Though, the story line is the same,
It amuses me, surprises me and expands me
Every time, that I listen it
Hey, wake up, wake me up

It is going to rain again

When I closed my eyes,
There was a giant butterfly
Its wings had small rounded mirrors,
I thought Nature is suggestive
not imaginative, like what I was seeing,
I wanted to open my eyes,
but may be something stopped me,
And I let it free to flow as it wishes
The butterfly was falling, not flying
I let it come down,
As it neared, I didn't see the mirrors
They were rain droplets
Now, I could see those suggestive drawings
So detailed and charming,
No doubt, only Nature could drew them
I cleared the droplets from its wings,
But just to add to my agony,
All the drawings washed away,
Butterfly was light again and flew away,
And I saw the dark clouds,
Through its trasnparent wings,
And I knew, it is going to rain again
 

دیوارھا را دوست ندارم

افسانہ سیمرغ و لیوان

آیا می دانی؟

چیزی نفھیدم

The leaves grow green

to worship the Sun

and turn yellow

to return to roots

But some buds

They never open

and No one cares about them

Farsi and English

Today, I had a lengthy conversation on Skype with my uncle and younger brother about poetry. Although I had pressed on realism but when I put my own pen on paper to doodle, I felt like poetry has its own ecosystem that do not match much with realism and each language has its own environments. Specially, Farsi has a strange strength in dragging one into a different arena that is more sweet and lively. When I put my English and Farsi together,  it becomes visible to me that each language personify different environments. English is a light and flexible language and is more fitted for describing things, events and analyzing them than expressing the inner-self that asks for a poetic language. 

I don't know....

I don't know, if there is magic

But I know, there is magic-square

I don't know, if there are fairies

But I know, "the fairy" my Dear

I don't know, if love overthrows life

But I know, it overthrows the lover

I don't know, if there is life after death

But I know, "my spirit" is with me forever

I don't know, if there is truth

But I know, "the truth" I adhere

What is the point?

What is Missing

Today, I did an experiment in updating my Diary. 

Dark Mirror

Your heart is deep and vast
When your eye balls run fast
And you don't blink
And you don't think

When your eyes are shut
Your words end by but
Then reality is a dark mirror
with twinkling fears it appear

Me and Stone

So, after 5 months, I dusted off my diary to write something in it and it is funny that I just dusted off to dedicate some broken lines to Goethe... Goethe says, "Enjoy when you can and endure when you must"... As I am not a hedonist so I do not buy the first part of Phrase, "Enjoy when you can"...but I definitely buy the second part of phrase, "Endure when you must" and for enduring one needs to be a like a stone... As I can't break the Goethe's quote so I will borrow it as whole to use his line in my lines,

Me to Stone;

Just wanted to be like a stone

What I get to be of flesh and bone?

Cold at heart and warm at face

Idle in rest, idle at race


Stone to Me;

Either a flower grows on you or rust

"enjoy when you can, endure when you must"

Don't you realize that you are a stone?

You rise from dust and you go in dust

Cool, 99% Problems are solved ;)

Paul Zak's experiments have "Proved" that Oxytocin is the morality molecule...Cool, Let's celebrate as 99% problems are solved...Occupy Wall Streets protesters should demand for regular doses of Oxytocin to 1% rich people so they become generous and share their wealth with rest....Let's distribute oxytocin sprays/injections in areas where Al-Qaida and Taliban are active so they stop killing and instead help to make the world a better place to live; No suicide attacks and all are happy (Sorry Pakistan, for losing strategic depth and sorry Saudi Arabia for losing external arms :(....Most importantly, the jails should be closed as now it is possible to make criminals useful citizen by giving them doses of Oxytocin at hospitals. What about Paul's 5% bastards? (who do not respond to Oxytocin) Well, may be a simple solution be to give them some sort of identification so people could easily identify them and become careful dealing with them (It is a biological prejudice)...Wow, there will be great cuts in defense budgets, downsizing in police departments and more money for health, education and job creation... I think, I am running of imaginations so let me find someone and hug, to increase my oxytocin level to suggest more expected changes ;)

This claim is like, someone claims that Testosterone is love molecule because when testosterone levels are high, individuals feel passionate about their partners or individuals highly tend to fall in love when testosterone levels are high... As male's body produces ten times more testosterone so they are ten times higher at risk of falling in love than than female...This is just absurd....

Click the link below to watch Paul Zak's talk,

Paul Zak: Trust, morality -- and oxytocin | Video on TED.com

Knowledge and wisdom

Have you ever wondered why Philosophy is love of wisdom instead of love of knowledge? Let me compare them and you will undesrtand, why? Knowledge increaeses fears. For example learning about diseases and their symptoms increase fear of diseases. Learning about fallibility of human experiences, reasoning and generalizations increase the fear of becoming wrong and makes one cynic. Learning about human impacts and limits of non- renewable reources increase fear of disastrous future. In short knowledge increase fear and it is the fear of losing that drive men for more knowledge in an effort to stop the losses. In other words men who learn knowledge live in state of fear and hope at same time.

OK, what about wisdom? Wisdom does not come from knowledge but from a thirst and an appetite for truth and of course knowledge is a tool for it. To elaborate it; the difference between a philosopher and a teacher is, a teacher teaches and a philosopher makes one thirsty. A thirsty seeks everywhere and enjoys on finding. So one gets knowledge from a teacher and become inspired from a philosopher.

How we know, whether we are seeking merely knowledge or wisdom? That is really simple, when one set goals, he is looking for knowledge and when one seeks because he can't live in dark, he is seeking wisdom. Of course, we all set goals but then have to face the fear linked to it, fear of not acheiving the goals or better to say, failure and even fear of setting wrong goals or fear of value; whether the goals really worth of our times and efforts?

We are moving towards age of intuition.

Whenever men wanted to step in a new or unwalked land, they have fancied about it. What men fancy may not match with reality but can't survive, if they aren't logical. Philosophers have used and called it thought experiment.
With the birth of classical Science, started the age of reason. A world quite predictable so long mythical traditions left the arena to give space for rapidly growing sciences. It was the time of dominance of "left hemisphere". Though both hispheres are connected and work side by side but the relationship were never have been of equal partners. Just as right handed people use dominantly left hemisphere and left handed people more of right hemisphere so is true about ages in human history. The period of reason or classical science was the period of left hemisphere but it seems and it seems very clear and strongly that we are heading towards age of intuition. So now we are heading towards dominance of right hemisphere.
Principle of uncertinty was one of the biggest challenge for scientists but now by having more in depth understanding of subatomic world, "chaos theory" and "entaglement" are taking root in the aciences. By rapid changes in technology, creativity is getting the biggest shares of market whether it is fictions, games, designs or movies. So unpreditictability is limiting the space for reason to make space for rapidly growing intuition.
The age of reason brought with it economical, social and political revolutions. The systems that have born out of these revolutions competed fiercely against each other. Two world wars and following cold war were bitter consequences of these competitions.
Now that we are entering into a new era, based on our historical experiences, the economical, social and political revolutions are expected. The Arab Spring, London riots, Occupy Wall Street movements and an overwhelming feeling of uneasiness over global economic melt down are preface of these revolutions. The most interesting thing about these new changes is that, unlike age of reason, they do not have intellectual backing. There is Marx nor the gang of Liberterian Philosophers to divide the world for their systems. There is two possibilities, either it is the nature of age of intuition to be anarchic and without any of its own system (unpredictable as it's nature is) or it is too young to have intellectual backing. Let see.......