WE CALL

March 4, 2017

“We call a story about love
a love story.
We call a poem about love
a love poem.
Well then, my dear, aren’t our lives
love lives?”

Kamand Kojouri

NOTHING BELONGS TO ITSELF ANYMORE

March 4, 2017

“Nothing belongs to itself anymore.
These trees are yours because you once looked at them.
These streets are yours because you once traversed them.
These coffee shops and bookshops, these cafés and bars, their sole owner is you.
They gave themselves so willingly, surrendering to your perfume.
You sang with the birds and they stopped to listen to you.
You smiled at the sheepish stars and they fell into your hair.
The sun and moon, the sea and mountain, they have all left from heartbreak.
Nothing belongs to itself anymore.
You once spoke to Him, and then God became yours.
He sits with us in darkness now
to plot how to make you ours.”

Kamand Kojouri

PUT DOWN YOUR GLASS

March 4, 2017

“Put down your glass,
it is time to dance.
If you want to get drunk
all you need is to drink love.
Put down your pipe
and do away with these childish toys.
If you want to get high
all you need is to breathe love.
Now,
can I have this dance?”

Kamand Kojouri

January 20, 2017

“Be like the sun who fell in love with the moon and shared all his light.”

Kamand Kojouri

POETRY

January 20, 2017

“Poetry isn’t an island, it is the bridge.
Poetry isn’t a ship, it is the lifeboat.
Poetry isn’t swimming. Poetry is water.”

Kamand Kojouri