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Zinat Pirzadeh
 

Poems

You

I said, I long for you
You said, longing is good

I said, I love you
You said, to love is a way of living

I said, I want to have you
You said, wanting to have suffocates your soul

I said, you are my freedom
You said, that gift is for you to give and take

I said, I desire you
You said, desire is a part of the journey of love

I said, I feel your scent when I close my eyes
You said, that is your soul at bloom

I said, you are my morning sun
You said, the sun lives in your nights

I said, let me, let me carry your yearning
You said, too late, you already are



A Rose

Do you want a rose?
There are no roses in this poem!

Do you want a hug?
There are no hugs either

There are butterflies and watermelons in this poem!
Here, have some watermelon!

But roses come first with love



Touch

No one has come so close
Without even an embrace
No one has made my tears fall so
Without even hurting me
And treated me to joyous laughter
Without even being nearby
I beat, I banged, I beat on your door
You asked who are you, I said your friend.
You said; Come in my friend!
No one has made me feel so welcome
Without even having been in his home.
I beat, I banged, I beat on your door
But you opened your heart!
Thank you my friend



Haunted

Close all doors, close all windows
I am haunted by love
My frail body, my broken soul, my tired heart
cannot carry so much emotion
I die from love, I die from you, but you are my life!
Close all doors…



Fruit salad

Summer wind, spring rain, strawberries, cream, your lips
Sheets, pillow, the scent of avocado, lime and your naked body
Sheep cheese, basil, garlic bread, fresh noodles, the art of love
My fever, your chicken-soup for my cold
Your declaration of love to me
Root vegetables, my lost roots
your Sweden, my new home
”You and I” who?
Two simple persons on this earth
Sesame oil, almond oil, touch, massage
Maybe empty philosophy
Sabbath, Ramadan, Jerusalem, Mecca
Uniting two religions, my dream
Svenska Dagbladet, Expressen, Aftonbladet, maybe only nonsense
Cherry, orange, grapes, blueberries
Freshly picked tomatoes, the scent of you
Laughter, tears, waiting, longing, joy, sorrow
Your back and your beautiful smile
Here, there, where?
Where from are you my King, my Ra?
With love in your eyes, with tenderness in your hands
With justice in your soul
I was a refugee, I was lost, I was hungry and thirsty, I
was alone
You gave me food
You gave me water
You gave me love, mixed with doubt
Where from are you my Ra?
You, son of Moses? You, light of love?
Let the daughter of Mohammed
Wash all tired thoughts out of your tangled hair
Fig tree, pomegranate, kiwifruit, dates, bananas, pineapple
Smells of the Orient
Caviar, clams, oysters, the ocean, your heart and the tale of
the mermaid,
Freedom, love, loss, longing,
Ohhhhh my eternal longing for your fruit salad



Longing

Longing hurts, is like a drug
pushing the bounds of ease and unease
Longing is like a drink that intoxicates
and leaves a hangover behind
Longing is like a part of our life
which we have inherited without asking for,
longing for home,
longing for love

Longing for your hands, your embrace
Longing for the sun, when you are shivering in the cold
Longing for knowledge

I long for the fig tree I climbed in as a child
Even if it was cut down long ago
I go on longing, even though I know it is no more in my yard
I long for Asgar my childhood friend
I go on longing even though I know he no more is on this earth.
Longing hurts!

I long for an embrace which is honest, which is pure, which is
loving which is unconditional.
I long for grandmother
Even though I know she is looking at me from heaven
Longing is like a fruit
Which is sweet, but leaves a bitter taste behind.
Longing is like a cat, that purrs and goes back to sleep when you
pat it
Longing is like a clock that stopped long ago
Longing is like a friend who is there for you always when you need.

Longing is like a flower that is nourished by your lifeblood
Longing is like a bird that nests in your soul.
Longing has lost its way, longing is lonely even though everyone carries it
Where ever they go.



Orange

Purple and red are your favourite colours!
My red shoes which I bought for you, you will never see

I went to a party and felt pinched all the way!
My purple dress, which I was going to wear for your birthday,

I hide deep in my wardrobe, don’t want to be reminded of you!
These days, when it is forbidden to see you

I erased your favourite colours from my colour scheme.
But my red heart
My purple grief
Reminds me of you where ever I am!



My Tired Shoes of Love

My tired shoes of love like the taste of your street.
Tonight, I went by your home and my red shoes of love
didn’t want to go any further and my heart was hung on your door.
Uncertainty, grabbed hold of me, should I stay, should I go!

My tired red shoes decided to ring the bell!
You opened your door, you were still there, love was there!
OH!! My tired red shoes like the taste of your stairs!
And I like the taste of your lips, your hands, the food you
Cook, the taste
Of you close by and your scent!

If my red shoes were to decide they would stay with you in a
red happy satin box, but my beloved, I still have to go!
I have to go, It is a long way to dawn!



Letters

I brush your name into my hair
I inhail your footsteps when you go
Small as a bird, with you I am frail

But in your embrace I hear the song of angels
You enlight my life with the smallest things
Love makes me long to be, where you are standing

Why do you want to see me beaten and destroyed
Come and be my flower and let me be your soil
Let us be friends and give each other thirst
You are my Zamzam and I am like Thirst

(Zam Zam: The fountain that Hagar found when she was lost in Mecca together with her son Ismael)



Piano
You can make me sound glad
Or play a sad ballad
Without your hands on my body
No tunes and no song is heard

Without you I am grey and sad
But with your hands on me
All my notes can be had

Play on me, play on
I am your instrument, you can have me

My notes fall, wither and die
Every time you leave me and go

Play on me, play merrily
Tunes and christmas carols, with mirth

I am your instrument
Let my joy be heard, all the way to the Orient,
where tunes are born and buried!

Play on me, play on
I am your piano, you can have me