A room full of joy

Azadeh Azad
by Azadeh Azad



"We, of that time, are no longer the same" - Pablo Neruda


within the folds of time

I grew to be a story

of departures

aches        silences


of ties by synapses

of prance over the loops

of distances.


in pursuit of illusions

I became a night


of siren songs

in rains of romances


of plunging stars and scars

slipping in my heart’s

tender trances


of burst bubbles

and pretences

of another



in the brink

of my soul’s


I settle as the body

of my room       round

with one single limpid wall

that dances for

the syntax of joy


wall of past tears

heedless to the curses

of your glances


and a ceiling of air

across which skip-fly

birds of bright



don’t be surprised

to see how

my sorrows rise

for lack of


©2008, Azadeh Azad


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Azarin Jaan,

I feel your past pain. But remember : we cannot have joy without sorrow as we cannot have life without death.

Also, without pain and suffering, you wouldn't be as wise and strong as you are today. Would you?  Enjoy every moment of it.




Azarin Sadegh

Lovely poem.

by Azarin Sadegh on

Dear Azadeh,

Your beautiful poem brought back some old painful memory. It was during the war and bombings. I kept a diary of those days that I call my "closet period". There is a page in there, almost like a common memory, that we could have shared.  

"One day I asked my mother why people around us were not laughing anymore. My mother remained quiet, and I didn't dare to tell her how much I was missing the joy of the world and how badly I desired even just a little piece of that missing joy. The joy, in the dimension of 3x3x3, where I could forget, only for one second, the rest."