Thursday, December 10, 2009
Time
Time,
Beginning and end
Can we be hell bound to bend?
When millennium arrives
Who will strive?
A fixture or fake? a hoax or the messiah?
Time, a well-wishers' fantasy
A hell seeker’s diary
And if there is not beginning or end, and if…
Who can tell?
Time?
Tuesday, November 10, 2009
Time, space and Silvia
Of a bewildered nagging rage-infected soul
Evaporate in the flames of fear
Flames lie in the thought
And live above the earth
Yellow, red and orange with a dark blue mystery
They bring comfort, but burn the soul
The infected soul
The nagging soul
And the infinite wild brushes of the color of dreams
Cannot, do not and will not avenge the thirst for revenge
revenge "The passing of time"
The lilies die
The mosquito die
As time lives and rejuvenates
And life’s shriveling time-space calls for passing passion
For momentary senseless joy
Silvia calls from the other room
She was just reborn from the ashes of a cricket
A cricket that lived on the Taliqan glacier
And one day she jumped over a tent sat on the mountain
Where two lovers were making love
And the cricket caught fire
The fire of the lover’s passion
The fire of a heated moment
A fire
Yellow, red and orange with a dark blue mystery
Silvia calls, I must go.
Wednesday, August 5, 2009
Building a Nation
Storm
looking for higher grounds
Crushed by news, changing views
Saturday, August 1, 2009
The Golden Girl is Coming to Our Mad Tea Party
Monday, June 15, 2009
Freedom is torture, Freedom is chaos
Where have all the hopes gone?
Where have all the dreams gone?
Where have all the plans gone?
As a morning dew evaporates by the summer heat,
or the silence disappears by the rush hour traffic
of mosquitoes from hell
oh my dear, they ring the bells
the bells of hell
You are left with a dried state of mind
a numbness in your bones
a tormented soul
and a sickening feeling churning in your gut
Freedom is chaos
as order is a prison
Freedom is torture
as tomorrow never comes
Order in chaos or a misguided trust?
when logic is defected,
and the smell of fear rushes over the remains of the burnt garbage
from last night’s riots in the street
How can an order in chaos manifest?
Manifest?
Into an open field of thought?
Breakout, seek out a brand new day
Breakout, seek out a different way
Freedom is torture
Freedom is chaos.
Thursday, June 4, 2009
Damned Us
to feel is to hurt
and may the sunrise never come
it only leans to yearning,
meeting the sun down
cause it verifies the existence of darkness
May the happiness cease to exist
cause it leads to the thoughts of lost
the loss of dearest, loss of joy
cause it verifies the existence of sadness
To be able to read
to be able to understand
is to degrade into the emptiness
cause it leads to comprehending
of having nothing at all
Shall we do nothing at all?
write the anger on the wall
whisper the contemplating words of hope
in a hopeless rhythm of war
in a senseless time of emptiness
shall we submit to the darkness?
Shall we commit to an act of despair?
when suicide is hidden in every cell of our bones
when numbness is the perfect shield
when nothing matters at all
We are the damned population
we are the damned institution
we are the damned contemplation
we are the damned resolution
And we are damned even if we don’t.
Monday, May 25, 2009
Smell like heaven
as the sunlight in the morning
at the break of a summer day
O' What fairest say?
Angel voice of angels
with a heart piercing delight
of nightingales' memorizing soul-trip
O' What angels say?
And she smells like heaven
and she's sent from heaven
and how on earth a mortal
can reflect the heavens?
Can a heavenly burn a sinner's soul?
can the fairest yearn a sinner's kiss?
can an angel reign in a sinner's dream?
O' what say you morning breeze?
O' what pray you tortured mind?
O' what hope you earthly soul?
O' what whisper you frail heart?
Brave of the bravest
as I sing this song
as the march goes on
at the gates of the rivers of Babylon
O' what thy bravest say?
Shall I burn the temptation walls?
free the merciless demons of need and lust?
O' what heart would say?
Her lips are summer
as she floats like a feather
and her eyes an ocean
of an untold story
She smells like heaven
She tastes like glory.
Saturday, May 2, 2009
Share me a kiss
Share me a thought that lights up my fire
Give me a sign so my spirit flies
Share me a kiss that wipes out good byes
I’ve seen the days stretch longer
I’ve flown into the space of wonder
Give me the ticket to the show
Get me out of here, let’s just go
I’ve seen lives consider worthless
I’ve heard the speeches of their lord
Share me your heat, out of this cold
Share me a kiss that is brave and bold
Fly me through the rings of smoke,
Hug me, get rid of the stench of this old cloak
Kill me while you love me, love me till the end
Share me a kiss, even if you pretend .
Payman Abdali
Sunday, April 12, 2009
Let me hear you play
Saturday, March 21, 2009
Different Shades of You
هاله های مختلف تو
Go to the east, go to the west
به شرق برو, به غرب برو
With your wisdom in your palm
با خردت در کف دستت
Then close your eyes and don’t despise
و آنگاه چشم هایت را ببند و از
The fears of your own qualm.
ترس از عذاب وجدان خود متنفر نباش
There are thousands words,
هزاران واژه وجود دارند که
You don’t understand,
تو آنها را درک نمی کنم
And thousands gestures
و هزاران اشاره نیز
won’t comprehend,
the ignorance of the world.
بی تفاوتی جهان را قابل فهم نمی سازند.
One sun, one moon, one earth
یک خورشید, یک ماه , یک جهان
And only one way of giving birth
و فقط یک راه بدنیا آمدن
To different shades of truth.
هاله های مختلف حقیقت وجود دارد.
We need to talk.
ما باید با هم گفتگو کنیم
There are thousand bricks
هزاران آجردیوار
Between our souls
بین روح های ما قرار دارد
And thousands kicks
و هزاران ضربه نیز
Won’t free our souls
روح ما را آزاد نمی سازد
So
پس
Gatekeeper, open the gate
ای نگهبان دروازه, در را بگشای
War seeker, discard the hate
ای جنگ طلب؛ تنفر را از خود دور کن
Worshipper, bring us heaven
ای نماز گزار, بهشت رابه ارمغان بیاور
Moon watcher, give us a date
ای ستاره شناس؛ تاریخ را به ما بنشان
Go to the cities, where you were told,
به شهر هایی برو که به تو گفته بودند
Go through the routes paved with gold,
از جاده هایی که کفپوش طلا داردند
slide like a snake or jump like a toad,
همانند مار بلغز و یا همانند غورباقه بجه
don’t delude the truth, see it bare and bold:
واقعیت را پنهان نکن, آن را برهنه و واضح ببین
Melting pots are in blurred doll gray,
ظروف ذوب فلز (در اینجا منظور کشورهایی است که مردمان مختلف از نژادهای مختلف در آن زندگی میکنند) رنگ خاکستری مرده دارند.
Still, stale water, just rots away,
و آب راکد می گندد.
We look the same but different,
ما شبیه هم هستیم ولی متفاوتیم
as colors on a palette differ, but paint
مانند رنگ های مختلف روی بوم نقاشی
a single portrait of life.
که یک تصویر زندگی را می کشند.
One sun, one moon, one earth
یک خورشید, یک ماه , یک جهان
And only one way of giving birth
و فقط یک راه بدنیا آمدن
To different shades of truth.
هاله های مختلف حقیقت وجود دارد.
We need to talk.
ما باید با هم گفتگو کنیم
There are thousand bricks
هزاران آجردیوار
Between our souls
بین روح های ما قرار دارد
And thousands kicks
و هزاران ضربه نیز
Won’t free our souls
روح ما را آزاد نمی سازد
So
پس
Gatekeeper, open the gate
ای نگهبان دروازه, در را بگشای
War seeker, discard the hate
ای جنگ طلب؛ تنفر را از خود دور کن
Worshipper, bring us heaven
ای نماز گزار, بهشت رابه ارمغان بیاور
Moon watcher, give us a date
ای ستاره شناس؛ تاریخ را به ما بنشان
We need to talk, together
ما نیاز داریم با هم گفتگو کنیم. با هم
We need to share, together
ما نیاز داریم با هم شراکت کنیم. با هم
We need to sing, together
ما نیاز داریم با هم آواز بخوانیم. با هم
We need to scream, together
ما نیاز داریم با هم فریاد بکشیم. با هم
We need to dance, together
ما نیاز داریم با هم بخرامیم. با هم
We have to live, together.
ما نیاز داریم با هم زندگی کنیم. با هم
شعر و ترجمه از پیمان ابدالی
Payman Abdali
Sunday, March 8, 2009
Shade in the field
with the grass
with the grass
A field without autumn,
no flowers perish.
I wish for a tree in the middle of the desert,
under its shade,
a sober sleeps and awakens drunk
with eternal wine
eternal wine
Shade, it’s a shade in the field
a place where our love would be sealed.
I wish for a universe where Saturn never concurs,
Venus
Venus
A joy for a soul without anhedonia
I wish to find a jewel from nowhere land
And a jewel at heart,
with a jewel at heart
that sheds tears with one hint
from the One.
Shade, it’s a shade in the field
a place where our love would be sealed.
I dream of a shade in the field
a shade where the pain would be healed
I sing in a shade in the field
a song of secrets concealed
see you in the shade in the field
a shade where our love would be sealed
Welcome to the shade in the field
and now the final word is revealed:
Shade in the field
Payman Abdali
inspired by Molana Jalaledin Balkhi (Rumi)
Thursday, March 5, 2009
نيايش رنگين کمان
جانب يزدان دار
از بلا دورت بدارد
چون وفا خواهی ز يار
سر رشته گير بر دست.
گفتمش دل را قوی دار
و بپا خيز پر توان
او اجابت می کند گر کوشش از انسان بود.
نايد از ابر قطره يی
تا نبارد لطف او
رنگ باران می کشد در آسمان سيمای او
بارانی با قطره هايی پر از مهر
که دشت سينه را سيراب باشد
بارانی با نواهايی پر از عشق
همه خشکه بيابان را جان باشد.
صاحب وجدان باش
از خطا دورت بدارد
چون به دل گردی اسیر
آزاده یی آزاد
نايد از ابر قطره يی
تا نبارد لطف او
رنگ باران می کشد در آسمان سيمای او
باران بايد
از برای رنگين کمان
باران بارد
از برای رنگين کمان
باران بايد
باران بارد
پيمان ابدالی
Friday, February 27, 2009
One hazy afternoon
Indeed it happened one hazy afternoon,
I thought of you, thunders clapped,
Thunders remind me of you
You frowned, you smiled, you disappeared in the rain
One hazy afternoon.
I thought of whispering your name, but the thunders
Cut my voice into ripples of lost memory
Ripples from a stone thrown into a still lake,
A lake filled with hidden monsters.
Thunders clapped and the rain started
Rain reminds me of you,
Your scent, your beauty, your smiles
As the rain washed away the pain but left the need
I thought of you,
Thunders clapped.
For a second or two
I dissolve into you
I drown in ether
And fly into the truth
Only for a second or two
You hesitate to accept
You resist the flow
You tend to protect
You finally dissolve
Only for a second or two
It’s all heaven,
It’s all beliefs
It’s all religion
It’s me and you
Only for a second or two
Payman Abdali
Tuesday, February 24, 2009
…mental NOIZE going…mental NOIZE going…mental NOIZE going…mental NOIZE going…
behind the shadows, beyond the show
they ask me questions, you know, do you know?
what is the best time to inflict a blow?
The treacherous mind,
ominous contemplations
withering conversations
rob me blind
the devious heart
rewinding recollections
connections, reconnections
are a new found art
The ticking clock
gongs in my head
symbols of cymbals
crash in my head
the bass and the drum
flash in my head
streets full of noise
blast in my head
white and pink noise
sweep in my head
love, lust, just
freeze in my head
You know, do you know?
Do I know? Does anybody know?
how to stop the noise; tell the creatures, it’s time to go home
don’t roam, don’t moan
just stop, go and leave the show
The treacherous mind,
ominous contemplations
withering conversations
rob me blind
the devious heart
rewinding recollections
connections, re connections
are a new found art