The night sky always excites me. Sometimes it brings a nostalgic moment, where I remember a lot of good memories with my friends, travelling into central deserts of Iran or hiking all the way up to mountain peaks with binoculars and telescopes to gaze at stars and galaxies.
Tonight, I was thinking about people whom lived couple of thousands (perhaps even more) years ago. People whom were lucky enough to stare at a night sky without any light pollution. Then their creativity bird would open its wings and they travelled in the unfathomable universe and listened carefully to the story of the nature (Heavens!).
Look up my friends, what we see is a plain and lackluster darkness with an aeroplane flying every now and then, but below is what they were seeing. Maybe, rather than looking at the shiny screens, we need to rediscover the sky and gaze at the shiny celestial objects.
And I found happiness in the tress of your hair and peace was nothing but the chaotic, playful looks of your eyes accompanied by your blissful smile and how incredible this harmonic piece was composed by the magic of your hands, princess.
The divinity should be reinterpreted in light of the profoundness of your eyes. The laws of geometry should be rediscovered, since they are baffled by the elegance of the curves that connect your neck to the softness of your body.
I will rewrite the stories. I will rewrite a new Romeo and Juliet where all the lovers will make the Utopia of joy.
O Sweetheart, in what part of the story you have enchanted me with your heavenly scent and what that kiss was, which intoxicated me for eternity (shall I be sober again?)!
I keep contemplating that doubtlessly there should be a poet sitting in a mystical mountain and that poet is in charge of writing my destiny…the destiny which takes me in to your arms… Goodnight Princess.
Will it scare you that I keep ranting on and on about how I like you in millions of different ways?
May be you keep thinking about the pace of our relationship and you worry about our hearts have the last saying over our minds, but princess I feel like We are beyond these mundane equations.
I am flying high over the coucou’s nest with my eyes wide open, since this adoration has empowered me with wings and it rekindles my everlasting passion for gliding in the limitless sky.
My days are lighten up with sun rays of affection and nothing worries me but the fear of having my wings burnt either by separation or customary. As customary, I believe, is the killer of joy and passion.
Princess, I was supposed to be happier by our frequent meetings, but alas the bitterness of each farewell has dimmed the sparks of joy in my eyes.
Cuddle me and hold me tight princess, because your arms are like an asylum for me against all the roughness and coldness of time.
Somewhere along the way, I have lost an essential element of my character. It was nothing but a combination of snap comments + sarcasm + humor!
From now on I shall call myself dull! َAnd it’s just harder to get a doll when you are dull!
It’s like having a gift and unconditionally share it with people for a while. Although gifted, you still need to make an effort to apply satire to different situation, with the right doze, to the right people.
But there comes a time, when you’d stop being a sun, shining unreservedly and regardless of the audience. When this happens there comes the death of a star. It’s kind of as Heinrich Boll described in his The Clown.
I have blocked the hot shinny light beams of the notorious sun with drapes. My roommate is sleeping. I have opened the Rainymood and listening to the pacifying sound of a mellow rain. I light up a candle on my desk and listening to a new song from Leila Forouhar, Toofan (Tempest), and a nice warm cup of Irish tea in hand. Life can be calm for some precious moments 🙂