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took no pictures
'cause there was no distance

تمام شب
آسمان بارید
بر خفگیِ شهر
و بر دردهای من
صبح، به پشت‌بام رفتم
شهر هنوز خواب بود
پنجره‌ها، همه بسته
سکوت، پُر از پرواز کلاغ‌ها
کوه‌ها، تن نمایانده بودند
در شولای برفیِ‌شان
سِتبر و هشیار

قلبم به شماره افتاد:
بعد از روزها
گُم شده در مه-دود بی‌خبری!
دوست داشتم
دیگر بار در آغوشِ خیس و ابری‌ِشان فرو بروم

عکسی نگرفتم
شاید مثلِ حرمت نگهداشتنِ یک خلوتِ عاشقانه
مثلِ وقتی که
شعرهای بی‌شُمارم را
فقط برای تو می‌خوانم

عکسی نگرفتم
چون
فاصله نبود
حسرتی نبود
چشم در چشمِ هم دوخته بودیم
و وصال...

©nooshsin azadi
(december 8, 2017)
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you rock, timmy! you are the only reason i visit g+ once in a while... all pass by your wall/mirror... ignorant of the wisdom you share in your works, especially in your minimals... pah! who cares about #wisdom nowadays?! all that matters is +1 or like... some even spend hours plussing suspicious profiles that steal other people's posts and photos... in hope to gain a few +1s... what the heck!!!
just shine my dear friend... you are changing the world in some subtle but positive ways... peace and love to you!
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somebody asked me about google+ ... once it was my sweetheart, i answered, but now... what can i say? #LP with her wonderful voice says it all... ;)
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like a poem that comes to you in a dream
and gets forgotten
like a single caw dropping from the deep of the sky
that is never answered
like whimpering wolf cubs you hear in the fog
but you are unable to see
like you when you lie
and the silence that falls upon the cosmos afterwards
like me
when i'm thinking of you

©nooshin azadi (october 30, 2017)
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hey folks,
your #iranian crow is among the finalists of goodreads poetry contest (november 2017):

https://www.goodreads.com/topic/show/18963101-please-vote-for-the-november-2017-poetry-contest

the jury selected only six from among scores of poems... some of you might remember that last year i was the september winner... here is the post i told you about it:

https://plus.google.com/u/2/+nooshinazadi/posts/fFa4DXJx1c5

well, the winners and finalists cannot participate in the monthly contests for a year... and now i take part another time and my words can find their way to impress! i feel so proud... :D

my source of inspiration for "presence" was Robert's wonderful brocken spectre photo... some of you might have read about it here:

https://plus.google.com/u/2/+nooshinazadi/posts/PdPCx99cHqD

i'm mostly away from the internet... just dropped in to crow a bit... ;D

wish you all the best!
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 a little message from crow and a big precious one from #Mawlana Jalal a-Din Mohammad #Rumi, the great persian scholar, mystic and poet...

- i deeply appreciate your interest in my works, both visual and written, but please excuse me for not answering your hangout requests and posts you share with me privately...

- some write to ask about the meaning of certain poems i wrote... as to understanding my works read this poem:

https://plus.google.com/+nooshinazadi/posts/dwXYTpBUqYF

and to reckon what "meaning" means, delve into this short story:

http://plus.google.com/+nooshinazadi/posts/APd9rPYcM6b

and...
in the video here you can listen to #iranian pop singer Mohsen Chavoshi singing one of Rumi's precious poems... the name of the song is "prison"... Rumi believes that our own self/ego is our prison and when we can break free from it, we become the king of our fate... this process is sort of a death... you witness your own death as well as your rebirth... how? it's a long story... the keyword is love... but what love really is? :)


بمیرید بمیرید در این عشق بمیرید

در این عشق چو مردید همه روح پذیرید

بمیرید بمیرید و زین مرگ مترسید

کز این خاک برآیید سماوات بگیرید

بمیرید بمیرید و زین نفس ببرید

که این نفس چو بندست و شما همچو اسیرید

یکی تیشه بگیرید پی حفره زندان

چو زندان بشکستید همه شاه و امیرید

بمیرید بمیرید به پیش شه زیبا

بر شاه چو مردید همه شاه و شهیرید

بمیرید بمیرید و زین ابر برآیید

چو زین ابر برآیید همه بدر منیرید

خموشید خموشید خموشی دم مرگست

هم از زندگیست اینک ز خاموش نفیرید

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#LesThibault #TheThibaults #خانواده_تیبو
a novel by Roger Martin du Gard
perhaps no other book could truly illustrate the inception of a war... how power-seekers weave lies together to push the masses into the dark pit of a fake defense against enemies that come to being only through propaganda...
only if this book was taught in schools... only if Antoine with all his doubts, and his journey through them, could be the teacher...

one of the books i finished reading this summer... touched me deep!
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