Saturday, December 16, 2006
Art communicates..
"The language of art can facilitate bringing people together, can develop people’s conscience of a common humanity, despite differences in races, cultures, or nationality.” Majid Majidi, an Iranian artist.
Monday, October 02, 2006
Confusion...
Try hard to find an excuse to withdraw to a corner and hide your depression under your skin.Try hard to shut your heart and pretend you don’t belong here.
Ports of deportation are many; waiting for confused people like you.
But be warned; the darkness will gobble your dreams and the little eyes you adore won’t recognize you anymore!
Yomna
Ports of deportation are many; waiting for confused people like you.
But be warned; the darkness will gobble your dreams and the little eyes you adore won’t recognize you anymore!
Yomna
Saturday, August 26, 2006
Sunday, January 08, 2006
Dark Cities III
Dark Cities III
When you lose your words
And retreat to a dark corner
We should forgive you
You’re an urban person
Not used to space
Your eyes don’t belong here
And your heart holds no dreams
Do people of dark cities dream?
When you lose your words
Collect your past and present
And escape to possibilities
Don’t follow your ancestors’ footsteps
They were trapped in falsehoods
And died young and dreamless
History might not narrate their tales
Yet, you ought to keep their features
When you lose your words
And retreat to a dark corner
YMK
Dubai
Jan. 2006
When you lose your words
And retreat to a dark corner
We should forgive you
You’re an urban person
Not used to space
Your eyes don’t belong here
And your heart holds no dreams
Do people of dark cities dream?
When you lose your words
Collect your past and present
And escape to possibilities
Don’t follow your ancestors’ footsteps
They were trapped in falsehoods
And died young and dreamless
History might not narrate their tales
Yet, you ought to keep their features
When you lose your words
And retreat to a dark corner
YMK
Dubai
Jan. 2006
Sunday, November 06, 2005
Thursday, November 03, 2005
Dark Cities II
Dark Cities II
Don’t think you are unique
You are one of us
Orphans of the city
Helpless .. Voiceless
Destined to sadness
When you spill your words
On the deserted roads
They won’t grow
When you color your walls
With thoughts and dreams
They are washed away
Like remnants of old books,
Whose publisher had died
And his orphans
Buried their words
And lost their ways..
In the dark city
YMK
Don’t think you are unique
You are one of us
Orphans of the city
Helpless .. Voiceless
Destined to sadness
When you spill your words
On the deserted roads
They won’t grow
When you color your walls
With thoughts and dreams
They are washed away
Like remnants of old books,
Whose publisher had died
And his orphans
Buried their words
And lost their ways..
In the dark city
YMK
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