the little ones...

today is the day of the little
little dad picks a little flower
for a little child
the little kid

belittling of other
of one another
of self

this morning
the slices are no where to be found
no one to claim it
no one to give to

to get or to cook for
this delicious
slice of life

is sweet
the type you eat with a cup of tea
to wash it
to ease it down
or to simply cut away

dont spend time
there is no budget

so if you didnt get the shot you want
simply cut away

dont offer the beater
instead
pray for a better day

Another Wutever

Another
mother
other
than
the
other

mother
child
an unknown father

I rather be dead
than taller

or smaller

cant see the other side
and the side walk will end

Now I haven't talked to him ever since,
ever since when!!!

I came to realize
I am still his number one fan

his music
is...(dot, dot, dot)
Heh, now I'm not hypocritical
that's why I remain intrigued

by the tunes
the broken records on the loose

now this, brings back memory
it was there unnoticed

and life goes on
it must...

Kinder Deer Hunting

We were late
one morning
going to the kindergarten

my dad and I
he made me memorize this song

he drew little figures
a mountain
a deer

and a gun

and the gurl

میخوام برم کوه
شکاره آهو

تفنگ من کو؟
لیلی جان
تفنگه من کو؟

which reads

"I'm going to the mountain
Deer hunting

Where is my rifle?
Dear Layli
Where is my rifle?

when we arrived
he explained
that we were rehearsing
as the reason to which we were late

he asked me to perform
in front of all the other kids
i felt set up

but I did it
he always made me feel sure

and i miss him
i miss that feeling


Pari Zanganeh
a blind woman
sings this folklore song

she reminds me of my mom
hearing this melody
after so long

means something
so much to me

when we were coming to canada
the government
had given her
permission to sing once again
in such old age

exceptional law
just for her

since the entire nation
loved her

she produced two albums
all remixes of her old work
in choir...

dad bought Yasi some tapes
and he bought me the two cassettes
of her recent work

we came to canada
and time passed

and i dont know where those tapes are anymore
i'm sure they are somewhere

stored in the basement

things changed
and i met people

and i saw so many faces
and nothing means so much
like the childhood memories

and i miss every second of it

i wonder how is Helia
Pari Zanganeh reminded me of her mom too

long gone are
the memories of the childhood friends

I hope who ever is out there
can appreciate this work of art

Yadesh Bekheir

yadesh bekheir oonrooza
ma ke hichvaght yademoon nemiri

nemidoonam, kashki azash miporsidam
oon chetori mitoone



:) hamichiz sakhtare
shayad intori behtare!

ONE

TWO...you're on your own

how did it get to this

i want to go back way back in time
i would have done things differently

i miss everything
i don't belong here

oh god, how did it get to this

what happened to me
please. i want to go back

let this be a dream

a very bad dream

god help us please

i miss everything
i want everything to be good again

i dont know what to do
i have no one to talk to

but you

i dont know how to do things now

why me?


khodaya ma ra bebakhsh