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Saturday, December 10, 2011

Stepping stones to non-existence.


These lines are dedicated to the only Angel in my life Fereshta, my daughter, my love.
Don’t go by my words, my heart is yours, it is you. It doesn't speak, it feels.

Stepping stones to non-existence.

There was that guy named Mansour
Father named me after him
His name means victorious by Divine power
He would say I am the Truth, without hesitation
He got murdered, turned to pieces
While he was still smiling and careless
Repeating the same words
Then he was burned, his ashes spread in Tigris.
The ashes form only two word but with repetition.
I am the truth, I am the truth

Tonight I had the strangest dream
Should I say it or keep it secret.
Mansour revealed the secret, lost his head
He didn’t care, neither do I.
Life and death are two stepping stones
In vast ocean of non-existence.
I was five minutes before work
But I was hungry, feeling for sweets.
I travel south, shop after shop,
Miles after miles, they are selling rice
 And only grain
Ocean before me, thousands moving bridges,
Platforms and railways.
A friend let me get in to one, before it moves.
Her soul-mate asks, aren’t you late
Where is your time card?
Almost an hour passed your time.
I laugh and say I don’t carry one.
You need not to worry about me, not you, not anyone.
Just before, the moving bridge, with railway platform,
Gets under huge wave of ocean, drowned
I make it to other side; turn to north where I started
Dozens of people on the beach, this side of ocean
All happy faces, ready to greet me
Men and women, boys and girls, young and old
I turn my face to worrying person
The one who warns me of being late
“I save your life, and yours and yours”
Those are my words, so sure, making the point.
Everyone nods in agreement, smiles on their faces.
“I have mastery of time, I can change it with well “
“I am never late always five minutes early. I say”
My time obey me, not the other way around.
I am never late but maybe forgotten.
That’s what I want, I want you and you to forget.
If you keep remembering, your whole life,
You will be thanking me for saving your life,
And the lives of others.
I want you to forget, live your own life
That’s what is really yours.
I do what I enjoy, the only thing I am here for.
I wake up, I think.
Who am I? Am I Mansour, or am I his twin?
Does he exist? I have no clue
All I know is that I do.

I come down stairs overwhelmed with the experience
I put my head to the ground
No prayer rugs needed, carpet would do.
I pray:
Oh God, send me to heaven, or to hell.
I don’t care, heaven and hell and everything else
Are stepping stones, are stars that I just put one foot on
The purpose is you and reaching you…
∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞

Note: In Arabic I am the truth is two words, not four... Enal Haq and Haq or truth is God. And that is why they killed him

By Kabuli: December 10, 2011
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Thursday, November 10, 2011

Closet Monster !!



In the middle of the night
Under the white moonlight
I left the world of existence.
Everything material in absence
I was flying with wings of imagination
Flying away from every nation
******
Passed the edge of the Universe
Nonexistence made me immerse
My eyes were closed, my ears plugged
Head was heavy, like I was drugged
******
I meet my love, I don't need eyes
The only truth, the rest all lies.
I can feel him in my heart, in every cell
Beauty for real, greatness excel

*******
You are not trembling, he would say.
Not afraid? Man made of clay?
Haven't you heard stories of hell and fire?
All I see is a soul, full of desire.

*******
I laugh and say, my mom was pointing to the closet
When I was a child, I would run like a rocket.
For the Monster would jump out if I was bad
Nobody would want to make him mad....

******
Later I learned by looking at her eye.
While she is alive, nothing can hurt me or make me cry.
No monster could enter under her watch.
With her and dad, my protection was top notch.
******
You are my creator, the essence of love.
You are closer than both, watching over me from above.
Why should I be afraid? I have you my Lord.
All I have to do is stick to this accord.

By Kabuli, Nov. 2011
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Monster in Closet




Monster in the Closet

دیو درون پسخانه
شبی زین دنیای هستی‌ گسستم
به دنیای خیالاتم بپیوستم
دیدم نگاری با آن زیبائی و هیبت
ببستم چشم، جان گشت غرق لذت
شنیدم صدایی  با گوش دل‌
چرا آسوده یی توی این منزل
از این هیبت زین بزرگی
نیفتاد لرزه ٔبر اندامت گهی
مگر داستان آتش، قصه جهنم
شنیده یی تو از ملا و مردم
خندیدم و گفتم ز کودکی‌ام بیاد آید
چو مادر مرا ز دیو در پسخانه ترساند
با ‌یک نگاه در احوالش دانستم
چو او زنده باشد، چو پدر گیرد دستم
نه‌ دیوی سراغم آید نه‌ شیطان
بود آرامش مرا در جان و روان
تو‌ای آفریده گار نزدیکی ز هردو
نباشد پناهی مرا مگر آغوش تو
توی جوهر عشق، تو یی آغاز خوبی
ازان انجامم نباشد مگر لطف بی‌ منتهی
کابلی نوامبر ۲۰۱۱


Friday, August 26, 2011

Horseman in the sky



Looking up to heavens, the one always I seek is you
Through the sky of wonders and beauty, with its color blue
What is a beauty? What makes my heart beat like a warrior's ride?
What is invisible, the non-existence the essence of pride
The small world of creation is pale to compare
To real magic behind the curtain where it is empty and bare

By Kabuli August 26th
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By Kabuli August 26th
©2011 TheCarriageHorse.com

Saturday, August 20, 2011

Death of a Star


To a dear friend, for the loss of her grandma, her friend:


Billions of years, come to an end
One more time, space and time bend
A far away star bigger than ours
A sun which exhausted all its powers
It knows it’s time for a beautiful death
A blinking, then it exhales the last breath
Explodes in a super nova, what a sight what a thunder
I never seen such a beauty, or have I? I wonder
Right when I thought poor soul was finished
By one sun, the universe diminished
I see fireworks, colors of unseen beauty
The death was given to sun as a duty
Thousands of stars, planets and clouds
All are newborns, gather in happy crowds.
2011-08-20
By Kabuli
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Friday, April 8, 2011

Breeze on your face


You just woke up.
You are still tired.
You are disappointed
Low energy or depressed.
You walk outside
I come to you.
I am that breeze,
I am the wind that you feel on your face.
You may think I am annoying.
Or the last thing you need.
I can care less
I touch you for a second, and I leave.
I don’t want anything in return.
I wake you up.
I make you feel different,
You can call it good or not.
I take your pain, your laziness.
I was born with a Big Bang.
Born from what? I don’t know
Where I came from, where am I going?
I have been so many places.
I was around so many times.
Where and when, the two words I don't use.
I am that breeze on you face
Maybe that is my purpose.
I am your friend.
I make you feel different.
I leave before you even sense me
I do not want you to thank me.
For the effect I caused.
Or even to know that was me.
It is just my nature.
And I am grateful to God for it.
I put those kisses of breeze on your face and hair
And I pray.
Please, never find out that was me.
Knowledge brings reward.
Reward is what I am running from.
I am the flowing wind.
Placeless is my address.
Timeless is my age.

By Kabuli 2011
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Friday, February 25, 2011

Crazy Earthlings !


What is that scent
That pulls me toward you
What is in that soul
That makes me forget mine
What is in that heat
That puts my fire to shame
What is in that touch
That makes my heart race
What is in that voice
That casts the spell on me

What is in that dream
That makes me wish I would never wake up

What is in that desire
That makes me put my life in line
What is in that after life
That makes me say goodbye to this one
Maybe because you are the eternity
And this life is a very short one

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By Kabuli
2011 All rights reserved

Thursday, February 17, 2011

A Book !


A Book


I am reading a book
And a hundred more
None of them speak of my mind
Yet still reading and reading
Always skeptical
The explanation has to be somewhere else
Your mind is above any book
Above any explanation
I read a page
A simple page
And think a book about it
I put a bookmark
In a blank page
To read it again
My imagination flies away
I write my own ending
A book is a tool
It opens a wormhole for me
A window big enough
To put my tiny binoculars in
And to look at what is beyond.
Beyond this fake world
My body is sitting
Yet my mind is not here
It makes me think
I am not from here
From this planet
I am not from this universe
Someday, I leave this circus.
To join the immortal.
The infinite world of non-existence

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Saturday, January 22, 2011

Deception

Deception

I seek you with all my power
I want to come to you,
To feel you, to get a taste of you.
To get a glimpse of your warm blinding light.
I want a scent of you.
I want to disappear in your infinite energy.
I want nothing left from what I am.
I cannot find my way
The path is so confusing.
The roads are hidden
Disguised
Where are you?
I know you are not outside.
You are within myself.
I can manage long distances so easy.
But I am always having trouble.
With the shortest distance.
The distance which seems impassable.
I get frustrated, I get lost.
I scream,
I run away, with full speed ahead.
Do I?
I look back,
I am where I was.
I am where I was before,
Before I run away.
Exactly there,
I haven’t travelled even a millimeter.
I hear you laughing.
You say be my guest.
Go where you want to go,
Go ahead and try it.
With all the power that I gave you,
Try it again,
It is useless.
Who are you running away from?
You are nothing without me.
You are me and I am you.
I bite my finger,
How skillful my lover is,
A tailor, who just for fun
Every day
Sews a curtain
That separates me from me.
I look down, frustrated and ashamed
I finally realize that.
One can never run away, from himself

By Kabuli,
January 22, 2011
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