THEY CAN

“They can award me with the greatest accolades
and reward me with the finest diamonds.
They can name days and streets after me,
canonise and celebrate me.
They can make me the queen of their kingdom,
the president of their nation.
They can carry my picture in their wallets
and whisper my name in their prayers
but, tell me, what is all this worth
if your voice isn’t the one calling me home?”

Kamand Kojouri

FLYING DREAMS

“Usually, when I dream of flying
I am simply flapping my arms
and somehow I lift off and glide through the sky.
Last night was different.
I missed you so much
and my yearning was so powerful
that I sprouted wings like a phoenix
and soared to reach you.
And now I finally understand:
if you see lovers on a roof, do not worry.
Surely, love has metamorphosed them.”

Kamand Kojouri

WE CALL

“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

“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