love poems bye Ali Barzegar.
Angel and two washed white wings
With a bucket filled to the brim with water,
to wash the silent tombstones of the dead
and the sorrow of the living.
In an archaic graveyard,
he stood in front of me.
“shall I wash sir?”
When he bend over the grave,
Two washed white wings,
came out of his worn out garment.
As the coin sat on his cold hand,
The angel smiled.
Ali Barzegar sees beauty and love in the essence of all things, he sees the world of existence as an emanation of the true love. Because of his outlook, he could be seen as a perceptive artist, who contemplates on the mysteries of the heart and love. He is a painter who paints concepts with the color of words and composes melodies of supplication and praise with harmonious notes and tunes of beautiful words. He considers the valley of the words as his home and habitation. More than anything else, he desires to speak of God, who to him is all things and everything as divine. He states: "God is my occupation and my trade. I buy him, and at the price of a deep smile appearing on your lips, I sell him to you; and that's how I profit from my trade."
Only the Flight will remain Published June 27, 2014