Nowruz in exile

Nowruz in exile
by Azadeh Azad

I stitch

my skirt

to the spring

of the hostess city,

my skin to the


of springs past

in my city of birth,

and I celebrate

the new year's feast,

Nowruz, on Cyberspace!

Who knew,

cutting off the

umbilical cord to

Motherland that was

wrapped around my neck,

choking me, that one day


would be my rented

sugar Nanny,




my isolation

in exile!
©2009, Azadeh Azad


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    Thank you all!  

by Azadeh Azad on

    Thank you all!

  Dear Monda: it is JJ who has matched this cool photo with my poem.

Happy 13-Bedar, everyone!



simply beautiful

by Monda on

and expressive of some of my feeling every year. Thanks Azadeh. You have such nice taste in matching photos with your poems, where do you even find such cool photos?!

P.S. I don't know what happened to my comment the other night!


Dear Azadeh

by Abarmard on

I enjoyed your poem. Thanks and happy 13


A lovely poem

by ramintork on

I specially like the opening.

It looks like Cyberspace mothers many diasporic children so I guess in this big foster home that makes all of us siblings!





Surely we will spend many more Nowruzes in exile

by Sad (not verified) on

Nice poem Azadeh joon.

Let us just hope we will always have good health even if our lives are too short.

ebi amirhosseini

Azadeh jaan

by ebi amirhosseini on



Ebi aka Haaji

Anahid Hojjati

Azadeh jan, what an exceptional poem you have written

by Anahid Hojjati on

Azadeh jan, your poem is one of the best poems ever on this site.  Maybe the reason I like it so much is I agree with the sentiments you express in your poem.  But agreeing with sentiments is one thing and being able to express it so nicely is another.  Your poem is my favorite kind of poem since the thought process and the message behind the poem and the imagery expressed in the poem are great.

Azadeh Azad

Thank you friends

by Azadeh Azad on

Glad you enjoyed it.



Ps. JJ Jaan, thank you for the cool picture!



by IRANdokht on

Azadeh jan

your very few and simple words were put together masterfully and totally descriptive of how I feel...  they gave me goosebumps.




Very pretty, and true. As

by jamh on

Very pretty, and true.

As social animals, we will always be tagged by our clan. You may see as you get older that the cord, far from being cut, only sinks deeper in the unconsciousness.



You haven't said yet

by Danesh (not verified) on

interesting poem...

Whehter the shooting red fish is male or female-- i can't tell by looking only on its appearance in the age of cyberspace-- And that if the fish is female whether or not she is etable or not...

And finally somebody tell Jahanshah in the age of cyberspace and modernity that people are talking about complex calculus and extreme algabric differential that makes khayam mathematical axioms looks like a school child play, yet he has kept everyone bugged down only at summation x + y = z evn not considering subtraction, multiplication and division before sending the message for "Possible" publiction--

10+ 0 = 10
0+ 3 = 3



by FarhadZ. (not verified) on

Original, timely, insightful and clever.

Not only a joy to read but also tempts one's nerve to see how by looking at a void or a longing new understandings can come to life.

Thank you for sharing.


Now this is a poem

by Amit (not verified) on

Unlike the other poem that I read moments ago on the main page, this one is a nice poem that has imaginations and makes senses aware.