Mirth

Life & Death

Behnam Moharrek — Thu, 05 Nov 2009 12:37:30 +0000

Life:

Theft of fountains by the wind

Freedom of rainbows

Life:

Picture of nature on fluid purity

Doubleness of beauty

Life:

Flirting of water with the banks

Fricative sacrifice of the coast

Life:

Pregnant clouds conceiving freshness

Then the scent of soil cuddling the rain

Death:

Climbing of the mounts

Sovereignty of darkness

Death:

Sharp ships lacerating the froth

Absence of purity - AWOL

Emergency Alarm:

Human in sight !

Cuckoo, Cuckoo, Cuckold

Behnam Moharrek — Tue, 08 Sep 2009 09:11:02 +0000

Flowers shall travel your way no more

For you spoiled the reason they were meant for

Occasions have faded away in my heart

Or you can just wipe away my part

Offspring, a hindrance to your salvation

To get rid of this wild lower-class nation

Decision is yours, to go or not to go

This is the problem, to the fiend or the foe ?

Behnam Moharrek — Wed, 19 Aug 2009 06:07:00 +0000

If I deflowered your purity, sorry

If I invaded your security, sorry

Sorry does seem the hardest word yet

If I recited not this word with clarity, sorry.

Behnam Moharrek — Tue, 21 Apr 2009 12:12:12 +0000

Put the promises you faithfully made aside,
But for the bills of love I paid, S.O.S;

Put the altering yes-no answers you replied aside,
But for the patience I honestly applied, S.O.S;

Put the heart of mine you put aside aside,
But for the S.O.S. I loudly cried, S.O.S;

Put the word of love you did never recite aside,
But for other lovers’ love I did never requite, S.O.S;

Put everything and everything and everything aside,
But for the goodbye song my heart will sing, S.O.S.

Behnam Moharrek — Mon, 30 Mar 2009 08:08:08 +0000

Their heart’s got so many rooms,
More than a brothel’s.
Pumps the pimps into the street,
Where there is heat of the meat;
And strumpets trumpet their sex;
Here the call of the mild,
Is just a red-carpet deception;
And God is in his crevice
For frisk is only a risk
Now new year’s coming,
This spidered street
Needs a sweeper’s treat

Behnam Moharrek — Sun, 18 Jan 2009 10:10:10 +0000

I have asked my God one of the two things,
Because man’s life sometimes stings;
An express ticket to hereafter,
Which will make many burst into laughter;
Or a saddened life of a wonderer,
No one to take care not here not there;
Former will terminate latter one survives,
Either case happy will be people’s lives;
God’s decision was sent instantly at me,
“This is your destined future to be:

An old wondering white-water rafter,
In the never-calm rivers of the life hereafter.”

Behnam Moharrek — Sun, 01 Apr 2007 12:12:12 +0000

I was misunderstood

Behnam Moharrek — Mon, 31 Jul 2006 14:14:14 +0000

Short black hair of fire,

Covered from the eyes of unwanted desire;

The more the look casts,

The more hiddenness blasts;

This fire is provoking,

Yet there’s no need poking;

The eye is destined to wait,

But how soon it gets late.

Behnam Moharrek — Mon, 24 Jul 2006 09:00:00 +0000

The virgin snow was deflowered,

The pale-faced fall was jailed,

Footprints were spring’s;

Summer smiled.

Behnam Moharrek — Sun, 16 Jul 2006 09:13:14 +0000

I said “I am full of endless hopes”

She said “check”

I said “I am full of hopeless ends”

She said “check”

I said “I found you in the end of far”

She said “check”

I said “I knew your heart’s door’s ajar”

She said “check”

I said “I love you”

She said “check”

I had nothing more to say

She said:

“CHECKMATE”