Where did we fall that?

We could not rise again?

 

 

Where did we fall that we could not rise again?

When we lost ourselves and became followers

When they prescribed their bitter impositions

We swallowed as remedial poisonous medicine 

 

Where were we lost and never were founded

Where the persuasive power dehumanized

Demoralized desensitized and intoxicated our brains

Never sobered never recuperated but sedated

 

We were irresponsible negligent and senseless

Unintelligibility unconsciousness were the process

On a read to ultimate stagnation of thought

To the obedient drives and to the obscure destination

 

Now living is a vehicle of preconceived tasks

We do not reveal as ourselves wearing their masks

 

 

M. K. Sadigh

I saw and heard

 

I saw and heard

At the depth of emptiness

No horizon no sky

                        A herd of ants

Crawling out of a dead tree

I saw and heard their marching

                        Competing with the wind

Carrying life preservation

            I saw them living

 

 

M. K. Sadigh

I have them witnessed

 

I have them witnessed

My hands my legs my face

                        From what I missed

The vast empty land awaiting

            For my search

How could be found

Out of these confined pales

            Embedded in embraced silence

Rejected confused and lost

            I knew I was born waiting

Asked my eyes they denied me

 

M. K. Sadigh

 

A house as big as my desires

 

 

A house as big as my desires

But empty as my loneliness

Empty of love empty of zest

            On the doorway there is no way

To the open sky

            Where I seek my lost star

In a dark night

                                    With fear and fright

Surrounded no compassion

            I declared no one listened

Words spook on my behalf

Did not penetrate

I cried my sigh was diluted

In tears never noticed

I am not a priest

Praying is the language of spirit

But that was stolen by diversity

In my naivety 

            Never matured

Never achieved serenity never submit

 

 

 

M. K. Sadigh

The door open

 

 

The door open

I greeted the sun

Walked through the air

I am strolling nodding to strangers

            Different minds different hearts

Passing me by

Not even saying hi

Who am I looking for?

“The impossible”

Never revealed concealed

In skinless curiosity 

Hidden fearfully

From the eyes and ears

In confinement and fear

 

 

 

M. K. Sadigh