Soraya Fallah
Name of the poem: She told me
I look at my surrounding
All darkness, silence
I open the window
Make my pupil bigger, and bigger
Almost all my green part of iris
Turn to black
Maybe I see a light
A PHAROS, a LIGHTHOUSE
Tears are my pharos,
A sea of water in pot of my eyes is lighthouse
What my mother said?
What she recommends was
A little patience
She said:
There is a hope in each disappointment
There is a light after darkness
I look at the rosary on the ground
I see a light
Am I hallucinating?
A GLOWWORM struggle with the clay
She is moving,
Make its surrounding gazery
All the rosary is full of them
My heart is biting,
The pupil getting smaller
the green part of my iris getting bigger
sky is full of star
ground is full of light
I know it’ll be a down some day
I know it is nigh,
But will be a day after each nigh
My mother told me;
Glowworm is spot of spring
It is sign of morning
The end of darkening
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I recieved this comment from Dr. Ali KILIÇ who is a writer and my colleague in International Kurdish pen. I would like to publish it. His points of view always important for me...
Dr Ali KILIÇ
Genève 25-01-2010
Dear Soraya
Since I have your poem I searched for a while you write. I think
To find your poem must know the depth of your soul dear Soraya. While I never meet you or speak. You've finished writing me. While I favor a dialogue with you and my countrymen.
You make references to light and darkness in your poem. I think before the light and darkness are embodied in the sacred book, they were the foundation of philosophical thought of Zoroaster in 1276 BC.
How to establish the link between the eternal time and space fantasy in your soul thirst for love in the face of despair is death.
But you take the concrete symbol of the sacred to open your window. I think you open your heart instead of the window to the sacred.
Not everything can be changed but your soul is so fragile that upsets your environment.
But you're not on your own vision at a time when everything is mixed, even the feeling of sense knowledge as ecstasy between the cosmic universe and your own world of love. There are no measures are no limits of hope. Everything changes with you, hope to love you back to the dialectic of love. Which side should take heart if your sensitive side in perpetual motion between light and darkness as love and death?
Here is my answer
But like always like to not die
In the arms of each other embracing a moment
All before mingling their dust forever,
Do the same oath:
Always! A bold word that the heavens aging
Intend to speak with astonishment,
And repeat pale lips
And who will freeze.
You who live so little, why this promise
A surge of hope away from your heart,
Vain challenge that you throw none in the intoxication
In a moment of happiness?
Lovers around you a voice inflexible
Exclamations everything that arises: "Love and die down here!"
The death is relentless and unfeeling sky;
You will not escape.
Well! as necessary, without trouble or murmur
Armed with this same love that you get drunk
And lost in the bosom of the immense Nature
Do so, and die!
But like always like to not die
Dr Ali KILIÇ
