“Last night, I spoke to God.
I told Him my plans. He started to cry.
I thought I was great to move The Greatest to tears.
He said that He was crying only because
my plans were very different
than His plans for me.”Kamand Kojouri
“Let us go where skins are rainbows,
enriched by every hue.Where genders are clouds,
weightless and formless through.Let us go where creeds are stars,
illuminating our view.Where men and women are one,
and the in-betweens are true.Let us go where I am free to love,
for I can’t stop loving you.”Kamand Kojouri
“Happiness, do not leave me.
I know you, a capricious monarch
perching on the fortunate flowers you see.
Hear me:
I am too attached to this royalty now.
Can I make you rest here somehow?
I will offer you the nectar of every flower in blossom,
the honey of every fruit in harvest.
I will make the Earth a garden,
the entire universe a forest.
I beg of you not to flutter by.
I beg of you not to leave me, butter-coloured fly.
Nest here
and for you,
I will create a home.”Kamand Kojouri
“I haven’t written you a poem in years it seems.
How can it be my fault
when the words to describe you
have yet to be created.
When the alphabet lacks the very letters.
How can it be my fault
when your loveliness only grows
by the time I reach for pen and paper.
Tell me, how am I at fault
when I am only a beginner in poems
and you are exquisite poetry.
To write you in words
is to put a veil upon you.
Why must I write
when I can kiss you instead?”Kamand Kojouri
“How is it
that everything must
begin and end with you?
There you are,
before sunrise,
perfuming the world with your scent.
Have you made a deal
with the moon so that you can linger
when she tapers off?
And what about the wind?
Even when he has been scolded
and is sitting in a corner, there you are,
my calm before the storm.
Despite the inevitable destruction
and my ruin, there you are again,
my calm after the storm.
I must,
I really must know:
‘How is it
that there was never you
until there was
and then all was you?'”Kamand Kojouri
“It offends me when you doubt my love.
These jealousies are unwarranted.
If only you lived in my head for a day,
you’d see that you live eternally in my heart.
Try it for yourself. Take this knife to my chest
and you will find that I bleed
you.
Cast your suspicions to the wind
for there will never come a time
when I will not love you.
Does the sea get bored of kissing
the shore’s feet?
Cast your suspicions to the wind
and let us get drunk off each other.
‘Don’t fall in love with a poet, ” they warn you.
But they don’t know that galaxies
circumambulate you.
They don’t see that the waves of your hair
are where stars go to die.
They don’t hear how your voice
is the sound of flowers blooming.
Cast your suspicions to the wind
and come spend your life with me.
There will never come a time
when I will not be in love with you.”Kamand Kojouri
“We are all born as storytellers. Our inner voice tells the first story we ever hear.”
Kamand Kojouri
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