Soodaroo in Love
I Love You with My Breathe
Feel; it is wind blowing on the surface of earth
And it is we walking all with smiles and laugh
O, how are you?
Father was told me someday among these days
You can feel life with all your sense
And now, in the time that I could make love with every moment
Life we passed, hand
In hand,
With every breath I have with your smile
On my face,
With all memory
All life, now we feel;
O, how do you do?
Night after night
Hour passed with new hour
And I and you in the moments of our life;
Are making smile and feel love,
With the breeze who say: I LOVE YOU …
I murmured; one, two, three. . .
And you laugh
And I smile;
It is he first time for ever. . .
Soodaroo
2004-05-30
22:20 PM
When I Loved
To My Life: You my Love
I am hungry
I am thirsty
I am tired
And here is you,
In my arms,
In my soul, sitting
And your smile
And your eyes
And your hands … your hands
Are cold
And I am full of warmth; while
I take your hands in my arms
While you touch my face, my hair,
My smiles; you kisses
O,
O, Lord
Thank you
Thank you
….
Soodaroo
2004-05-28
21:37 P.M.
LOVE
Never, in any time
Nor places,
Nor a smile,
Nor dance,
Nor help,
Nor life,
And it is me.
With lonely hands, standing silence
And with the matter of fact,
Love you; with his lonely times
With his nothing that he has,
And with smiles that never seen_
How can I say more words?
When you are far in the distance,
And there is no gate here . . .
Soodaroo
2004-05-28
2:24 AM
Holiday
Novel
Once upon a time,
Think of something pleasure,
And let wind cover your heart,
With a smile in your face,
Go to sleep, in Fancy world,
And see
In the distance of your mind;
New faces, new lives,
New loves, new thoughts,
And with a smile in your face; by
The power of worlds,
In front of your eyes;
Breathe …
Summer is near, and I could feel it with my mind; with the smell of books;
O, Lord, how you are kind to your human being, by creating books,
Thank you very much; you and summer's holydays …
Soodaroo
2004-05-27
Everything that has a beginning has an end.
Matrix, reloaded
It was about four years ago that people of Iran were too glad by the appearance of new Parliament which wants to brings our freedom back to our life.
But today Iran finds himself in new period of politic life; the seventh parliament starts his work for 4 years, and this time we, people of Iran had no right to chose them, members of new parliament were chosen before people can vote them.
Times passed; new politician comes, but we see, Iran standing still in front of our eyes, without suffering.
When liberty goes out of a place it is not the first to go,
Not the second or third to go,
It waits for all the rest to go, it is the last.
Walt Whitman
TO A FOLL'D EUROPEAN REVOLUTIONAIRE
tell me when and let me to be in your heart
open your face with the sound I hear from the distance
that said me she is somewhere
you, here, both alone
let me come and say how much I'm lonely
let me sing with love that world is here
in the hand of us
let me love you
It is not any love just you
To Lila
In the name of god
And here, it’s me, lonely boy
Sitting in front of ages
Crying by power of love
Crying by touch of your eyes
Looking in front
Up window of sky
Rain singing alone
My bird flying tired
O, my lord such a feeling inside
What a cry in my eye
Tell her I love with my soul
Tell I know love in my finger
Here, with my loneliness…
Soodaroo
1382/07/12
06:40 afternoon
When I Can Say I Love You
Let me send you a little message from the bottom of heart
In our world that just could show us picture of dark and empty wishes
I want to show you that my smile don’t say you lie
Let me say you that my eye saw your tears while you just looking to sky
-little sky of Blue
Love is here in front of your hand
If you can see me
Love is here in front of your tears
When world singing us in the color of war
In the picture of Blood-
I come to show you Love is here
Soodaroo_ 1382\4\1-mid night
"The Passion of the Christ"
It was night, O, it was day,
I do not remember exactly the light and the age,
I just find in long and longs time ago,
That Sun was shin, Moon was beau,
Earth was full of life,
And Sky was blue_
It was Time to make smile,
Time to believe
Time to know; God is big,
God is one,
Life is for Love_
It was a shadow?
Do not remember exactly what happened, what done,
What remained…
Just wind blows,
And Fantasy was gone from our souls…
* * * *
Open my eyes; I may see you in the skies,
Feel you like a bird in front of the clouds,
Or smell you like someone in Dance, in the floors of a wood…
Fish and sea and Earth full of life…
I may see them, if I would know you,
If I come to your kingdom,
O, lord, O our lord…
Soodaroo
2004-05-19
When I Loved
I cannot believe this fact, this fact that I am must live lonely as sky in these days that I need you in all part of my life.
I come, stand and wait, minutes passed, time passed, and I looked in the distance of my life, to the moments that I could saw you, could love you, and could have some smile with your smiles.
And nothing change, nothing. People passed the streets, cars gone; sun burning and I stand, motionless, thoughtful, and lonely.
There is nothing here, nothing, sky is empty, I the same.
God help me, God please help me.
Sound of You
Time is the time for smile,
And I am lonely sitting in my room and in the same time that I am listening to the music, I thinks, think of you, tomorrow is time to smile and touch, and I do not know if I could see you . . .
World is big, but for me is a shadow, shadow of everything you can think of it.
We are not free, we cannot be, in a moment of each second we passed we are fastened to a little or big thing in our souls, in our body, in our life. And today, in this moment of time I want you with everything I have, with all my lonely hands . . .
Who could forget? Forgot times we had in our life, times for smile, times for love.
And now . . . could you see me? Feels my feeling and the life I made for myself?
Could you see that I destroyed myself in everything I have? In my life, in my loves, in . . . I am not free, I am dead.
You cannot believe it? Joke? You are a joke, life is a joke, and I am dead. I have nothing in my hands, you cannot see that? Ha . . .
There is a time in your life,
That your wishes are simple,
Simple as heaven,
And you are unfortunately missed, missed by yourself,
By world, by . . . let me make a smile in my face,
For you to believe it is nothing here,
Nothing is here . . .
Soodaroo
2004-05-14
Why I Write?
IN THE NAME OF GOD
ESSAY FOR THE COURSE ESSAY WRITING
BY: S.M.Raziee (Soodaroo)
“It’s me that Write”
It is ask of communication that wants human being to try to have the power of language, and could read, write and speak. Reaching the point of adult, I, the same as every one in the world, trying to reach my wishes- wishes that I have from my childhood, and one of them is: to be a famous writer. I have life in a usual middle-class family in the big city, Mashhad, and grown up to be a member of our society, as my family; have high education, being best in the things I wish to do, and work hard. I find my way in the world of literature, and try to reach my goals, be a journalist, at the same time work as a poet, writer and translator.
It was about four years ago that I start to write poems, and continued it through all my life after that day. Poem is a means in the empty life of big cities that help me to say: I am alive. It is hard to say I choose poetry for the means of communication, better to say words find me to come out in the lines of my works. In the time I start to write, floods of words comes out of my soul, and I unconsciously fill the papers in front of myself, and after that I can read my poems, love them and sometimes change them, and hopefully, publish them.
Writing short story has a more conscious process than poetry. I imagine them in my mind during times I have, in the bus or class or while I was speaking seriously with my instructors. I write real things happened all through my own life, through my real days, things that I read in papers, stories that I heard, faces and conversation I listened, and so on, and to my mind I change them in the way of my wishes, change a man into a little girl, go to moon to find location, and smiled in the time that I cried. It is the process of plot and characters; next, I put my imagination in papers and have short stories as well as poems.
In the time I see a perfect work of literature in English language, my whole body and my entire soul trembled by the power of words and atmosphere of text. I have a long list of works that I want to translate them through years I have in front of myself. Translation has magical energy that no one can ever find anywhere in the world instead of this work: translation. I start translating while I am afraid of English poetry about one years ago, I find a poem called “Alone” by Edgar Allan Poe, and I felt that I want to translate it and I did it, today I have some texts in front of myself that are waiting to be translated. This time I am sure that I would complete conscious process while I do translation.
It was about two years ago that I decide to be a journalist, as my main work during my life. Writing in the papers and magazines give the writer the power of fame in the reality. I mean you can write, you can prove that it is a human power, it is I, and you can think and your ideas go all through your readers mind. I prefer to be an editor after working about 5 years as an ordinary writer in the literary pages.
I choose English Language and Literature as my field of study in the university and I am glad of my choice. In this field I taught English language, how to write and read and speak, I give power of listening and through my knowledge I can read as much as possible: novels, short stories and dramas are waiting me, same as me that wait and loved them. I find a means of communication, and I am in the way to reach my wishes: be a famous writer in the world.
Soodaroo
2004-04-04
With your Love . . . To my dear LHP
WITH THE SHADOWS OF YOU
These are something like my life- not poems- that I wrote for someone who worth the World, I hope she found me, came back, and let me love her . . . I wrote these in the time I was lonely as heaven . . .
Let me be,
In the lonely time that come and never go,
In the days we see repeatedly, unconsciously
Passing through our gates, have nothing in our hands,
And then, every thing seems a shadow_
Let me come,
And show you in my little heart,
How blood make smile,
And nothing hurt while I say; I love you_
Let me be,
And with my hot hands
Let me love, love every thing you want_
And this is the world,
In her smiles and in her loves,
I can tell you – if you let me,
That I am the one, the little one, that seems Burning in fire,
And do not cry . . .
My song flies, and you are sitting in the dark of distance,
And I am here, singing, how much I love you . . .
Soodaroo
2004-03-19
9:50 A.M.
And I am alone.
It is no need to see me in the lonely room, you can feel me by my woeds; touch me in the shadows of world . . .
And it is the time I wait,
To stand still in front of your memory and say how much I miss you . . .
How much I want you, and while world is empty, there is nothing for me that can make me smile but you,
Yes you, you, the little girl, with all the things you, yourself bring for me . . .
It is centuries that I miss you, and in my heart . . . if you could see my heart for the moment of time . . .
And I remember the time you told me you cannot live with me . . .
And I remember every minute I have in my life, and I think of you . . .
And I know one thing; I save you in my entire life, in my soul, my heart
FOR EVER, FOE EVER,
And here, I have nothing to change my wish, my life, you . . .
I love you, weather believe me or not, I love you
With the lonely eyes that sitting here, for you,
For you.
Soodaroo - 2004-03-28
It is night
And nothing shines in my eyes . . .
Lonely, as the only things I know, sitting in my room,
And sounds come in my mind, and I motionless, listen . . .
There is nothing. Nothing. . . Nothing. . . . . .
Soodaroo - 2004-04-01
Time of Dance
IN THE NAME OF GOD
“TIME OF DANCE”
To Miss A.
And I walk with a homeless dog
All in the ways we found nothing important
In the city of darkness and streets of emptiness
We go to the end of world- our world of color with no color
By the sound of music of you-you, little girl of Allay NO
We dance in the floor of love
For the fun in your eyes
That showing us little way to came in heart
Start with light of warmness hand
We dance for you all nights-all days- no stop
Until you said to me
I’m in love with you
It is the time I fly across the sky with my homeless Dog
I walk in all ways you want- you said
With a little homeless dog
In the city of soundless
We dance for you all the times
To show I love you- for ever I love you
I singing all night whit your sound
That we are alone
Alone
With no sound we are alone and motionless
And come-please come- it is the last wish
For me to do everything for you
And you're my little heart
With the biggest love… for ever-for ever…
Soodaroo
82\4\8
Stop in Silance
“STOP IN SILENCE”
“Our world”
For Bam Earthquake.
When you are walking alone, and stars
Shining lonely, While the World cry
And signs of hope, gone to the shadows;
I see in the eyes of love,
That we are burn in the dark.
When you are alone and the sky like a
Night, covering your shoulders,
While you try to smile, in the face of
Death and Devil;
At the time of hopeless, Wake,
Walk, in our way of bloody life,
See how a world burning silence.
When the pictures come to TV,
And tears cover your face;
While you reading paper of Internet,
When the window show Black and Darkness,
See in the middle, spots of emptiness.
And remember, it is our life,
Orphan, Lonely, and Dark.
Soodaroo- 9-10- 1382
“How?”
Like an old man who sitting in the dark,
Could feel loneliness in my little heart,
And see how men disappear from my sight.
How a man can stand again?
And distance say the pray,
At the time of silence,
At the time of cry,
Distance say the pray;
And I alone, in the middle of empty darkness,
Could feel a little sadness.
I am an old man in the darkness,
Lonely, tired and silence,
How a man can stand again?
Soodaroo-1-1-2004
I am as old as Zeus
Long and long times ago . . .
Who remember?
It was a few days ago while we were sitting in the class of “introduction to literature II” and our instructor Mr. Sbagh told us about the pleasure of literature and be an old man in the time that you are young, and I murmured in to my friend: I’m as old as Zeus.
I am 20 year old boy who live in Mashhad, and studying English Literature in the Khayaam University of my city. This page is an exercise of my writing in the same time that I am trying to live in the real world of the Earth as I believe it: Knowing English language and using Internet and work with computer and live as usual as I could.
Reading is one part of my ordinary life, about 1000 page a week, I am glad of it. I am thinks of myself as a little Zeus in the big world of the 21st century.
As you see my writing does not have a clear plot. It is cause by my busy mind. I try to write better, just give me time.
To My Dear Classmate
IN THE NAME OF GOD
What love means?
How knows . . . I just remember from long longs ago that I know this feeling . . . and today, in the class while I was sitting and listening to the lecture that was hold on, I see you.
I see you sitting, writing in your paper, something like poem, and then destroyed them . . . I can feel you, nobody told me, but I recognize it by your looking about a month ago that something was change in your life, and suddenly I felt that you are going to get married.
And it is true, I ask a friend and she told me that I am right.
Today I wrote something while I could see you . . . read them my dear classmate:
“I think that when I have something to say, I must tell it. Please read this paper. I do not know it is something proper to read or not, please just read it.
…
It is my problem that I could understand something from faces that others ignored it.
…
Your feeling remind me someone I missed a lot, and by your feeling I can understand what I have been done in her soul . . .
IN THE DISTANCE OF MY EYES
And I remembered now, in the time you’re far from any
Smile in my face,
That how I destroyed your heart by my wishes,
My lonely wishes. . .
Its day and I’m alive and spend time, with happy masks on
My face, on my eyes, which covered my entire soul,
Not to cry; like a spring night full of dark and wind.
You’re sitting in my mind,
With your lovely hands in my eyes,
With your heart beating with my heart_
I can see you, feel you,
Touch in you,
And never forget
How I destroyed your life,
Your soul, your heart . . .Soodaroo
2004-05-05
How can tell what world built of?
I do not know.
but I can tell that I am a human, coming to Earth to live
and I am not going to forgot this point,
I am coming here to live . . .
