Friday, May 11, 2012

Freedom


Walking


Perhaps is wander


The city is dark, Sad and benighted


Wish freedom .. don't sleep on this form

  This time, I want you


I want freedom


My heart for your look


Oh, Walking is dark


I was falling in those eyes of yours


But, You're not from here


Never you're not from here


You've been gone and


Not from this here and now


I want walking with you


I want with you slowly walking


I want


Oh


I want freedom



By Taha Delphani


Feel in addiction (Perhaps Luminous)



Ghost cold and sad, walked in streets 

The empty of volume and empty of voice

That

Land was exhausted, Sky was off

Extremely dark

His walkings, was with carry fatigue

Still empty, still cold

Grief and

Broken frame in the his face of unknown

The pain seeps

Infinite continuous with streets

Oh, Without a shadow ,Mmm is very sad

Only ghost, Separator of Memories

Away from death

Only cold and sad ghost

In Regret

For having a body

Perhaps! Clean

Perhaps Luminous



By Taha Delphani

      
  

Sunday, May 6, 2012

Childhood

Childhood was not in the Black Forest

Were not singing off

Trees, oak, and pine and

Leaves

Empty trees

here not was always dark  

Last night I saw him in a dream 

The smell was oak

I missing

My cold hands

In my childhood

There were four seasons for forest
Off light

Infinity sound empty and alone

Deep

Last night was a sleepy dream

Now forest have not The smell of oak



By Taha Delphani


 

Mirage Mirror ...




Mirror!

Reflection!

Humans have a mirror!

I doubt!

I look at ..

I love my smile in mirrors but I see the source of pride and horror ...

Way I can not see , my light in mirror?

I'm sure mirrors have mirage ...

Yes, I see a mirror mirage

It is frightening ...

I feel There is truth in behind the mirror

I will not break any mirrors

Because converted to one thousand mirage, Due to breaking

I am back from the ocean mirage and night

I do warm my heart, With low light in my mirror

I am afraid of the dark ,Due to the inability , I stare into it

The night wind is sharp

It is likely that i can the light would grow ..

I pray for light Pulse

And I'll stay here
 


by Taha Delphani