By Kian Zehtabian
Kingdom of Heaven
Kingdom of heaven are your eyes Shining in the depths of night And breaking every barrier of darkness And they call me if I’m a cat Finding its way through the forest And as I’m a scorpion mother shielding her children In a desert more than million miles Every man would willingly purify himself With drowning himself in a holy sea of fire Ignited with your glance So he is touched By the glimpse of your eyes In this kingdom no child ever cries No women will be filled with purple on her body But only with rainbows in her mind Bushes will turn into fine trees and red roses will never die kingdom of heaven are your eyes lost in distant space where no naked eye dares to track or watch and distant from ground of planets where no man’s foot will ever touch nor any god will ever create or crush your eyes are the holy place of my resurrection my house of eternal afterlife even by the time I lose my intellect and mind kingdom of heaven are your eyes
My mother’s eyes were black Dark yet comforting and auric like an eastern woman She cooked spaghetti with a home-made sauce Called a mother’s love I used to sense hope in her veins And smell passion out of her hands While she was talking to grand mommy About fanatic and stone-aged minded eastern man One was my father, one was my teacher And one was the supermarket man And a butcher whom I have wiped from my memories Who sold fresh meat to young women Who saw women as fresh fish Taken while resting in the depth of sea life was so and felt like a rainy forest yet a forest with an cozy hut in its depth called us,called family It all passed like a dream and the years passed like a smooth wind in summer oh mother oh me i hoped that it stayed a dream Then went I to a deep sleep Hoping to see my mommy brighter than yesterday Like the sun was rising everyday Then tomorrow came like a sinister faith waiting for our home Mommy was there like always But her hair was gray and cold Grandmother was gone, mother was gazing into abyss No matter the imaginary, reality stayed forever bold
The Chest in My Heart
One night I sensed a void In the box I carry in my chest From January till December And from season of all being reborn Till the time nature builds a castle of frost. I used to sense a harmony Of young caged birds singing hope To fly once again in skies Before their wings forever unifies with ground. Thus I pierced my hand in my chest Whilst only fog covering the realm inside And blankness seemed to fill the void And endless lands touching my naked hand Unseen in fog like snakes cloaked there Surviving glance of hawks Grasped I the note left there by you. “I do not reside here anymore” your lines dropped there, an epiphany to me of all our sharing moments once upon a time in this mirage in my deserted mind. Now void was not in my heart But enfolded me all.