poems by : M. K. SADIGH
To Manucher Jamali
67
Say it out loud
Say it out loud
The ears are rusted with prejudice
Present the truth!
You are the only one I know
Capable of telling the truth
You learned
From the profundity
Of genuine essence
Not contaminated
By empty prides
I know you
And learned from you
The erased lessons of history
Buried by fanatics
Hold up higher the torch
To be seen through the obscurities
Deliberately defused
The true identities
To magnify their meagerness
Make me proud that I am worthy
To be part of the culture
That is the geneses of the cultures
M. K. SADIGH
Saturday, September 08, 2007
Bethlehem
mksadigh@rcn.com
To Faramarz Soliemani
60
Enormous passion
Enormous passion
Attributed to words
To lighten
The somber limitation
Of hearts and minds
Opening the channels of profundity
Without
Too much to say
A drop
To show the glory of an ocean
A spark to signify an inferno
A smile to ignite love
A pinch to intrigue a combative respond
The poet is such selective creator
Of immortal events
Beyond realities
To approach eternity
M. K. Sadigh
Monday, September 03, 2007
Bethlehem
68
In me there is a vice I cannot see
In me there is a vice I cannot see
Wakes up ferociously to do cruelty
Subside and goes to hide
And leaves me scattered in pieces
I don't know if I can be free
Of such creeping hidden intruder
I try to distance and progress
Find means and ways to repel
Before turns my life to real hell
Nothing I know and I confess
It drags me to its web trap
In me there is a hidden menace
I am composed of ancient sacred dualism
"Ahorramazda and Ahriman" two metaphors
In me tearing me apart in divisions
But I should have the expanded vision
To see the pale and not be confined
I am the supreme sanctuary of purity
Let me flourish in the light of cognition
I was created for a mission to be materialized
Not by the menace in me but my own divinity
Not only inspired but virtues visualized
Through my own knowledge and spirit
In me I cannot see who I am really
I should be able to foresee my journey
To the read of ultimate goal of unity
See the dissipated oneness dissolve in diversity
See myself in every creature in mobility
Be part of the whole but a holistic entity
Mingle amalgamated dissolved in humanity
The most misinterpreted title seen in vast variety
Hidden under different masks for various tasks
Let me be aware of such metamorphoses
Through the eyes of a devoted visionary
Who dismisses the somberness of ignorance?
It is me and only me that chose the right destiny
M. K. Sadigh
Sunday, September 09, 2007
Bethlehem
Where did we fall that?
We could not rise again?
Where did we fall that we could not rise again?
When we lost ourselves and became followers
When they prescribed their bitter impositions
We swallowed as remedial poisonous medicine
Where were we lost and never were founded
Where the persuasive power dehumanized
Demoralized desensitized and intoxicated our brains
Never sobered never recuperated but sedated
We were irresponsible negligent and senseless
Unintelligibility unconsciousness were the process
On a read to ultimate stagnation of thought
To the obedient drives and to the obscure destination
Now living is a vehicle of preconceived tasks
We do not reveal as ourselves wearing their masks
M. K. Sadigh
Sunday, September 09, 2007
Bethlehem
Where did we fall that?
We could not rise again?
Where did we fall that we could not rise again?
When we lost ourselves and became followers
When they prescribed their bitter impositions
We swallowed as remedial poisonous medicine
Where were we lost and never were founded
Where the persuasive power dehumanized
Demoralized desensitized and intoxicated our brains
Never sobered never recuperated but sedated
We were irresponsible negligent and senseless
Unintelligibility unconsciousness were the process
On a read to ultimate stagnation of thought
To the obedient drives and to the obscure destination
Now living is a vehicle of preconceived tasks
We do not reveal as ourselves wearing their masks
M. K. Sadigh
I saw and heard
I saw and heard
At the depth of emptiness
No horizon no sky
A herd of ants
Crawling out of a dead tree
I saw and heard their marching
Competing with the wind
Carrying life preservation
I saw them living
I have them witnessed
My hands my legs my face
From what I missed
The vast empty land awaiting
For my search
How could be found
Out of these confined pales
Embedded in embraced silence
Rejected confused and lost
I knew I was born waiting
Asked my eyes they denied me
-------------
A house as big as my desires
A house as big as my desires
But empty as my loneliness
Empty of love empty of zest
On the doorway there is no way
To the open sky
Where I seek my lost star
In a dark night
With fear and fright
Surrounded no compassion
I declared no one listened
Words spook on my behalf
Did not penetrate
I cried my sigh was diluted
In tears never noticed
I am not a priest
Praying is the language of spirit
But that was stolen by diversity
In my naivety
Never matured
Never achieved serenity never submit
---------
The door open
The door open
I greeted the sun
Walked through the air
I am strolling nodding to strangers
Different minds different hearts
Passing me by
Not even saying hi
Who am I looking for?
"The impossible"
Never revealed concealed
In skinless curiosity
Hidden fearfully
From the eyes and ears
In confinement and fear
M. K. Sadigh
67
Say it out loud
Say it out loud
The ears are rusted with prejudice
Present the truth!
You are the only one I know
Capable of telling the truth
You learned
From the profundity
Of genuine essence
Not contaminated
By empty prides
I know you
And learned from you
The erased lessons of history
Buried by fanatics
Hold up higher the torch
To be seen through the obscurities
Deliberately defused
The true identities
To magnify their meagerness
Make me proud that I am worthy
To be part of the culture
That is the geneses of the cultures
M. K. SADIGH
Saturday, September 08, 2007
Bethlehem
mksadigh@rcn.com
To Faramarz Soliemani
60
Enormous passion
Enormous passion
Attributed to words
To lighten
The somber limitation
Of hearts and minds
Opening the channels of profundity
Without
Too much to say
A drop
To show the glory of an ocean
A spark to signify an inferno
A smile to ignite love
A pinch to intrigue a combative respond
The poet is such selective creator
Of immortal events
Beyond realities
To approach eternity
M. K. Sadigh
Monday, September 03, 2007
Bethlehem
68
In me there is a vice I cannot see
In me there is a vice I cannot see
Wakes up ferociously to do cruelty
Subside and goes to hide
And leaves me scattered in pieces
I don't know if I can be free
Of such creeping hidden intruder
I try to distance and progress
Find means and ways to repel
Before turns my life to real hell
Nothing I know and I confess
It drags me to its web trap
In me there is a hidden menace
I am composed of ancient sacred dualism
"Ahorramazda and Ahriman" two metaphors
In me tearing me apart in divisions
But I should have the expanded vision
To see the pale and not be confined
I am the supreme sanctuary of purity
Let me flourish in the light of cognition
I was created for a mission to be materialized
Not by the menace in me but my own divinity
Not only inspired but virtues visualized
Through my own knowledge and spirit
In me I cannot see who I am really
I should be able to foresee my journey
To the read of ultimate goal of unity
See the dissipated oneness dissolve in diversity
See myself in every creature in mobility
Be part of the whole but a holistic entity
Mingle amalgamated dissolved in humanity
The most misinterpreted title seen in vast variety
Hidden under different masks for various tasks
Let me be aware of such metamorphoses
Through the eyes of a devoted visionary
Who dismisses the somberness of ignorance?
It is me and only me that chose the right destiny
M. K. Sadigh
Sunday, September 09, 2007
Bethlehem
Where did we fall that?
We could not rise again?
Where did we fall that we could not rise again?
When we lost ourselves and became followers
When they prescribed their bitter impositions
We swallowed as remedial poisonous medicine
Where were we lost and never were founded
Where the persuasive power dehumanized
Demoralized desensitized and intoxicated our brains
Never sobered never recuperated but sedated
We were irresponsible negligent and senseless
Unintelligibility unconsciousness were the process
On a read to ultimate stagnation of thought
To the obedient drives and to the obscure destination
Now living is a vehicle of preconceived tasks
We do not reveal as ourselves wearing their masks
M. K. Sadigh
Sunday, September 09, 2007
Bethlehem
Where did we fall that?
We could not rise again?
Where did we fall that we could not rise again?
When we lost ourselves and became followers
When they prescribed their bitter impositions
We swallowed as remedial poisonous medicine
Where were we lost and never were founded
Where the persuasive power dehumanized
Demoralized desensitized and intoxicated our brains
Never sobered never recuperated but sedated
We were irresponsible negligent and senseless
Unintelligibility unconsciousness were the process
On a read to ultimate stagnation of thought
To the obedient drives and to the obscure destination
Now living is a vehicle of preconceived tasks
We do not reveal as ourselves wearing their masks
M. K. Sadigh
I saw and heard
I saw and heard
At the depth of emptiness
No horizon no sky
A herd of ants
Crawling out of a dead tree
I saw and heard their marching
Competing with the wind
Carrying life preservation
I saw them living
I have them witnessed
My hands my legs my face
From what I missed
The vast empty land awaiting
For my search
How could be found
Out of these confined pales
Embedded in embraced silence
Rejected confused and lost
I knew I was born waiting
Asked my eyes they denied me
-------------
A house as big as my desires
A house as big as my desires
But empty as my loneliness
Empty of love empty of zest
On the doorway there is no way
To the open sky
Where I seek my lost star
In a dark night
With fear and fright
Surrounded no compassion
I declared no one listened
Words spook on my behalf
Did not penetrate
I cried my sigh was diluted
In tears never noticed
I am not a priest
Praying is the language of spirit
But that was stolen by diversity
In my naivety
Never matured
Never achieved serenity never submit
---------
The door open
The door open
I greeted the sun
Walked through the air
I am strolling nodding to strangers
Different minds different hearts
Passing me by
Not even saying hi
Who am I looking for?
"The impossible"
Never revealed concealed
In skinless curiosity
Hidden fearfully
From the eyes and ears
In confinement and fear
M. K. Sadigh