MY MODERN WORLD

Where am I going?

To where the journey has begun?

Where am I going?

To that rainy room with no sun?

Where am I going?

To that prison, locked by fake dreams?

…

doubtful, for that if your eyes are glazing for me,

ambitious, for that I ignored the bars to feel free,


thirsty, for the taste of leisure they forbid,

unlimited, as my border lines are not defined,

…

truth, is that, which is called real,

real, is that, which I can physically feel,

and the endless future, once seemed so near,

the beautiful desert of life, once talked about it with fear,


that prison of life, that kid living among the silent beholders,

this room of mine, the man breathing among walls of concrete,


Oh! How sweet it is!

To not to care for that leaf dying outside,

Not to think about those memories kept inside,

Not to dream of that rose, absent in my garden,

To love the life as it is, to be modern.

SINA MESDAGHIDEC. 3, 2003

LIFE

The red balloon dancing in the blue sky,

The farms running away from my eyes,


The walls staring at me in dirt,
And the mountain, alone in the desert,

The images, illusions,
And my mind,

The meanings, the symbols,
And the one…

Seeking the quantity of life,

The existence of red rose,

The rule of the sun,

Shining on dying farms,

…

one word, an image,
curved on my mind,

one question, one answer
no one has ever found,

a mystery, a riddle,
not destined to be solved,

called life, read culture,
fortune and faith,

the culture I hate,
the fortune I deny,
the faith I lost.

SINA MESDAGHI
MAY 12, 2003

WHERE IS MY MIND?

I lost it

within the pages of that book that I read

among the words you told me that night

while watching that river that day

when I stared at your eyes yesterday


the ambition ran in my veins

the temptation conquered my dreams


buried

in the dirt covering my body with

I lost it,

with no desire to find


it’s been sometime, I have lost my mind.

SINA MESDAGHI
DEC 29, 2004