احساس گذشته

احساس گذشته
by Orang Gholikhani
05-May-2009
 

شبه درختان تاریک

پوشش این ماه آبی را چه احساسی بود

بوسیدن این نسیم

دور از آن یار آهو چشم راچه احساسی بود

ستارگان دور دست

روشنی راه تاریک راچه احساسی بود

در میان این هیاهو

سکوت کتاب آسمانی راچه احساسی بود

کشف راز هستی

آن جوان آشفته راچه احساسی بود

دفن یاد عشق

این تفاوت خواسته راچه احساسی بود

اورنگ
Mai 2009


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Waoo I didn't exepect such intrest for this one, thanks to  Azarin , laleh, Capt-ayeh, t and Monda. I seems I owe you some explanations, let me do it in a single comment.

Context: 

I wrote this one long time ago and find it recently in my old paper. At this time I didn't use to date my poems and I don't think it is useful but one day somebdy told me all alive poet do it and I should do it and since I do it to show up I'm alive.  So I don't remeber the exact context but as I know myself, I'll tell you what I wanted to say but as Azarin wrote each one could take what he/she wants from a poem.

Monda jan,

I'm not at all religious and if one day you read me writing about win, it is about French win. I beleive in poet's God. I love looking sky and read what stars want tell us. So it is like a book (ketab Asemani), I undrestand it could be interpret as a Holy book. It is amazing aspect of a poem, like water, it take colour of who read it !

t, Souri, Laleh and all Love supporters:

I didn't say you can burry a true love, I said "what is your feeling when you burry a love". All Loves are not "THE TRUE LOVE". Some people are not able to recognize or don't want recognize the "true Love" when they see it. One day they burry it (as T did) and when they see they cannot forget it, they undrestand that it was a true love and usualy it is too late. I hope it is clearer now.

However, this poem is yours and as Azarin said, you can do your personal interpretation.

Zendeh bashid.

Orang

 

 

 

 


Azarin Sadegh

Lovely!

by Azarin Sadegh on

Orang jan,

I read your lovely poem, and loved it. What's great about the mystery of poetry is the way it is read by each of us in a particular way. A single poem's meaning multiplies by the number of its readers...isn't it great?

Honestly, the way I read it, I didn't feel much sadness but a hint of remorse for this overwhelming silence from above...and the fact that you know you're not even listening, already in love with the moon, and the rest of earthy pleasures.

But it's just my personal interpretation!

Thanks for sharing your poetry! Azarin 


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Orang jan, question

by Monda on

در میان این هیاهو

سکوت کتاب آسمانی راچه احساسی بود

Did you meet your lover in a church? Are you religious? Could you please explain?


capt_ayhab

btw

by capt_ayhab on

BTW Orange jan, it is a very beautiful piece. Thanks for sharing it with us.

Regards

-YT


capt_ayhab

....

by capt_ayhab on

I loved you: and, it may be, from my soul

The former love has never gone away,

But let it not recall to you my dole;

I wish not sadden you in any way.

I loved you silently, without hope, fully,

In diffidence, in jealousy, in pain;

I loved you so tenderly and truly,

As let you else be loved by any man.

 

Alexander Pushkin

 

-YT


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didi hala Orang jan?

by Souri on

chi goftam behet?

az ma khanom haaye asr ghadim bepors !!


LalehGillani

دفن عشق یا دفن یاد عشق

LalehGillani


یاد عشق دفن شدنی است ولی عشق او با من به گور خواهد رفت.


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Burial of Love?

by t (not verified) on

Beautiful writing but based on my personal experience, I believe you can't bury true love.

I tried doing that. In a span of 15 years, I twice left my love and mourned the loss each time. I desparately wanted to bury the love and even started a life with someone else and had kids. Irrespective of my effort to bury, mourn and move on, I failed each time.

As another person mentioned, you can't bury something that is living. True love, you can never put out. You may not see it but it continues to burn. If it turns into ash, know that it wasn't true love and merely the desire to be in love.


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Dear Orange:

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Your poem like velvet pours over me and wraps me in its warmth. I don’t want to let go of the feeling… So I read it again and again and again…


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Googoosh's Song- Translated Lyrics

by t (not verified) on

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Shall I cry, or not?
Shall I speak, or not?

Shall I let go of your love, or not?
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I stare at my image and ask who shall I sacrifice?

You are one side of this story, and I am the other side of this story.
Our lives are tied together; if you shatter I shall shatter.

Shall I cry, or not?
Shall I speak, or not?
Shall I let go of your love, or not?

Shall I cry, or not?
Shall I speak, or not?
Shall I let go of your love, or not?

I can not let go of you, nor can I trust my heart with you.
I can not stay in love with you, nor can I do without your love.
Look at this dead-end; the past and what is ahead.
Where is the road to travel with you? I ask, tell me.

Look at this dead-end; the past and what is ahead.
Where is the road to travel with you? I ask, tell me.

Shall I cry, or not?
Shall I speak, or not?
Shall I let go of your love, or not?

You are my closed wings, and I the freight of your flight.
For freedom from this love, what shall I do to escape from this cage?

Shall I cry, or not?
Shall I speak, or not?
Shall I let go of your love, or not?


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Irandokht, You are not fair, I did a couple optimistic poems ://iranian.com/main/blog/orang-gholikhani-82

//iranian.com/main/blog/orang-gholikhani-81

You didn't see them ? Every time I've less comments for happy poems ! people seems prefer sad ones!

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All this is just poetry, I do my poem seriously but I dont' think seriously that poems are more serious than real life ! do you see what I mean ! :-)

Sourri jan, Coming to burrying Love, I beleive there is not only one "LOVE" . There are several type of loves as there are seveal humain being and Loves have also their lifecycle.

I've been told there is a "super love" but I hadn't enough luck to meet it. I'm keeping push to find it.

Good night to all

Ghorban hamegi

Orang

 

 


IRANdokht

Orang jan

by IRANdokht on

I like this one a lot, but as usual there is a strong sense of melancholy in your poem my friend. I always feel like giving you a big hug after I read your poems... 

As for burying love... don't you hate it when we have to do that!! Yes you bury it and you mourn it, but you don't forget it. 

IRANdokht

PS: I believe Ali P owes you half of his lotto winnings


Souri

Orang jaan

by Souri on

Thanks for the explanation, but 'm still not convieced!!

Love is never buried nor forgotten. How could you bury something whose heart is still beating? If it doesn't beat anymore, then it is not "love" anymore. Agree?

Now, Ali agha's comment reminded me of that beautiful song of Googoosh, I'd like to post it here with your permission. It's a lovely song:


Orang Gholikhani

Souri jan

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 Thanks for your words.

When you burry something, it doesn't mean you forget it.

Ghorbanat

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If each time you win money in lotery you read my poem and you leave a comment, I pray you win everyday and become very rich :-)

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Thank you for your words and be careful in Mexico.

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Bekhoonam yaa nakhoonam...that is the question!

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I won $5 in lottery today, so I was very shangool. I saw the title of your poem, and thought,"oh oh,...downer!"

 

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I liked the poem...

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As always, fresh and nice about love and memories....

But, what is this "dafn yaad eshgh?"

Love memoy never die? Deos it? 


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Very very beautiful.