Snow , Snow , Snow …


It is not weird if I say I missed the winter, I miss the snow . I really miss the snow. Maybe the people who experience something between 0 to -4, -10 C° degree they will laugh at me ,but in other hand may they feel ok when they read this .

At the moment some part of this beautiful world are freezing and here in middle east/UAE is too dry . I am living in Dubai ,  till now there is no rain and all is sunny ,sunny ,sunny .

I know this is nice also but I experience it every day. It is like every day is the same .If I want to be fair one afternoon in last month it was raining for 1 hour and that was since fall has started . The temperature in a day is between 26 to 30C° degree and at night if we are lucky will reach to 14 degree ! isn’t it too hot for the winter . I know I can experience swimming in December which is wow also.

I don’t have a chance to travel to any ski destination or cold area till beginning of march because I have to be at work and plus I dont have 10 or 15 days holiday for Christmas and New Year . The interesting part is even I have to be at work the next day after New Year and it is too boring. Then for now, no chance to get the feeling of cold weather and snow in upcoming Christmas and New Year .

I miss snow . I want to wear hat, boots ,rain coat and thick socks. I want to feel cold and slide may hands into my coat’s pocket.  I just collect different socks from store but I am afraid I don’t have chance to wear them this winter. Last winter was quite interesting; I spent my time in Austria and I went for ski to Wolfsburg area. However it was super cold and when I was on the ski piste I was blaming myself of being in the tough ski shoes which I could hardly walk on that weather but now I am missing  that moment and I feel how was amazing. But the most beautiful sense which I missed about snow is; when the snow start falling and I sit at home with the light yellow light and a cup of tea or a bowl of the soup and I can see this view from the window and I can see how everything will become white like a blanket of white cotton .

Last week one of my friend who does photography sent me this picture and I easily loved it . I loved all the birds who sit on the tree branches.when I see this photo I  start to think about those birds ; are they cold ?have they eaten ?maybe I can give them a shelter? Maybe I should open the window and let them to come in?

Anyway how much I say I miss the winter , I will miss it more .

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I believe it is important to get the seasonal feeling , spring , summer , fall , winter , they are all beautiful . some of us like one season more than other , some of us like sun more than rain and some rain more than snow and some love snow like me . but at the end ; we have to give ourselves a chance to touch the beauty of seasons . I read about the weather influence in people life in different part of the world ,now I start to feel how this seasonal circle in life can affect the feeling of me . Anyway life is beautiful in any part of the world and may I have to be optimistic that I can go to open swimming pool in middle of December in Dubai , but of course it would be more beautiful for me to feel the winter in the winter.

What some might missed in the middle of the winter and heavy snow is a little shine of the Sun which is a lot here and what I missed in the middle of the sun is the winter and snow….Why we always miss the things which we don’t have, (silly sentence I know )…;)

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شاعر که میشوی


شاعر که میشوی هزار شعر میخوانی‌ و هزار شعر میدانی و آخر در ترازوی سنجش وزن و قافیه بی‌ قافیه می‌مانی…

شاعر که میشوی انگار با خودت و تمام شعرهایت بر سر مفهوم و مقصود دائم در رقابتی،

شاعر که میشوی تمام حرفهایی که می شود ساده گفت پر از کنایه میکنی‌ و‌های های به دنبال معنی‌ در واژه و واژه نامه به دور من و منظور من هی‌ میچرخی و هی‌ میچرخی ؛

شاعر که میشوی پر از کوله بار حرف و حدیث و نقدی.

شاعر که میشوی به حجم مثنوی هم که شعر بگویی انگار هنوز حرفی‌ در حنجره ات جا مانده.

ولی‌ این دل پر صدا و این زمزمه‌های دلتنگی‌ انگار که مهمان همیشه همین خانه اند

هی‌ بر تو میکوبند

و تو هی‌ میخوانی‌ و میسرایی

و شعر میشوی

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friendship/I am missing my friends


Do you have someone to tell your secrets to ? Someone who you can really trust? How does it feel to have a person like that? Do you feel better when you talk to him/her ? What do you call this person? Friend? Best friend?

What about you , are you the one that someone can really trust and tell you his/her secrets? what would be your reaction ? do you feel ok ? or you think it is too much to handle ? what they call you ? Friend? Best friend? Someone they can’t live without?

But generally do we need to have a person like that in our life? Or you prefer to keep your secrets inside of you ?

If the answer of the first series of my question is yes ; then How do you treat those kind of friends ? do you really care of them the way they deserve it ?

Honestly in the area that I live I wish I could find one. Someone who I can really trust and share my feeling. I am not talking about lover ,that one is different story. Also I am not talking about the people who they want have fun with you , to go to the party with you or they ask you to go to movie with them …

When I start living in an environment far from my hometown, where speed and business has more meaning, then the only topic of the day is; how much you give me benefit if I sit with you instead of how are you? Busy life makes lots of changes on the people mindset. They start to see everything like the goods which they can buy from you and they will pay instead. Even your time, your emotion your energy your ears ….etc .in this environment the people become so selfish day by day and the emotion will get fade gradually. I don’t blame the cities or the countries because they do not have meaning without people and without people attitude. But I put the pressure of those people who kept their mind like a ball in the service of the business.

This text it is not the assignment to criticize anyone, it is just a feeling and my observation and of course what I experience these days about the friendship.

Two days ago I found myself in the situation that I am surrounded by people who I can talk to them but can’t not have a real nice conversation. Today it came to my mind again, I had a feeling while I was driving my way to office I felt friendship will not happen any easily anymore these days, because people are too busy for you to listen to you, however they expected from you.

 but if you have some friend who you can share your thoughts, feeling, and more than that your secrets …, appreciate them today without any delay, and care of them a lot because they are going to be rare I believe. And if you are someone special in life of your friends send a big kiss to yourself and be sure you are unique. This time if any of my friends asked me when you come home I will not tell them I am not sure I will tell them I will do my best to see you soon. Because I love you and I am missing you here .

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نگاه


تو چیزی نمی‌گفتی

اما نگاهت

 در من نشا میکرد

و من خیس و مرطوب از تو تنم  بوی شالیزار میداد

و تو هیچ نمي دانستي

 که با کوچکترین اشاره  تو به شکستن قفل این سکوت

گوشهایم همچون دختران باکره هزار باره بالغ میشد.

آه که پشتِ خیرگی چشمانت، در سکوتِ سنگینِ نتهای سیاه مردمکانت

چیزي شبيه به خطوط پنهان شده بود

،پر از حجم سنگینِ حرفهای نگفته بود

که شهوت خواندنم را تهییج میکرد.

من عادت کرده بودم به حدس نا‌ گفتنیها،

وهمچون نابینائی نشانه‌ها را دنبال می‌کردم

و با تمام احساس زنانه‌ام به حدس دوستت دارمی که هرگز به زبان نیامد پناه می‌‌بردم.

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Meow!


Can you resist to not loving me? Meow!

 

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شروع یک داستان تازه دور به نظر میرسد


 

مجابم نکن

!!خواندن دوبارهِ همان قصه؟

.ممکن نیست

…نه، نه

.حتی شروع یک داستان تازه دور به نظر میرسد

مجابم نکن

کار از کار گذشته

شروع فصل دیگر و سر سطر و صفحه بعد فقط بهانه بود ؛

.من حتی پیشگفتار نویسنده را بارها مرور کردم

ولی‌ شاید حق با تو باشد؛

,انگار

هنوز

نمیخواهم باور کنم

.که قهرمان افسانه‌ای قصه میمیرد درست جائی‌ که فصل آخر داستان است

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قرار ما این نبود


قرار ما این نبود

قرار ما یک گفتگوی ساده خودمانی بود

 با طعم چای و زعفران

و بازی ساده چشمهامان

و خنده‌ها‌ی ریز ریز

…و صحبت از قرار فردا

پس چرا همه چیز بوی دلتنگی‌ گرفت

و پر شد از کنایه

و معنی هر واژه شبیه به فرهنگ لغات بی‌ فهرست

چرا همه چیز بی‌ منظور منظور شد

و آخر همه جملاتمان بی‌ نقطه ماند

قرار ما این نبود

قرار ما یک گفتگوی ساده خودمانی بود

که دخلی به اشک و گوشه چشم نداشت

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