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

The immaculate stream of wonder
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



It takes a thousand years to build
And a thousand years to ruin
But do thousand years make a guild
Of unwavering prosperous boon?

It takes courageous will to build
And despotic ill to ruin
In which thousand years we are living in
and with whom are we in tune?


tigers or baboons?


Payman Abdali

Storm


Crushed by news, and the constant blues

relentless abuse in this eternal cruise


looking for a higher grounds

as the Noah’s storm gathers strength

oh thou youngsters plow the soil

bring the hatred seeds to plant

pray for rain in this endless heat

crush the skulls, don’t retreat


looking for higher grounds

squandering nemesis sounds so sweet

oh thy martyrs are all just dead

and death

is our perpetual untiring foe

plant the seeds

plant the seeds


no more victory signs

no more flowers

no more jokes

eat the bullet you daunting priest


Crushed by news, changing views

Demeaning treatment of intelligent souls

dangling and dancing on the noose

looking for higher grounds

as the fuming bikers wave their clubs

in the stench of the sea of blood

as the storm clouds only bring in dust

oh for heaven’s sake, -----just get lost------

just leave this forsaken land in peace

and I tell my children what one needs

plant the seeds

plant the seeds



Payman Abdali

Saturday, August 1, 2009

The Golden Girl is Coming to Our Mad Tea Party

The Golden Girl is Coming to Our Mad Tea Party is a song based on 13/8th rythm. The concept is a bit complicated and is a mixture of the "Tea Party" story at White House and my own imagintion regarding the current events in the world.

Monday, June 15, 2009

Freedom is torture, Freedom is chaos

Where have all our votes gone?
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 know is to hurt
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

Fair of the fairest,
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

Sing me a song that the heart desires,
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



Put your feet on my shoulder
let me hear you play
that ethereally music you foster
let me brighten your day
escape this daily order
bring the joy on your way

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

I wish for a grassland where flowers take cover,
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

Only 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…

Creatures roam in constant flow
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