so it smiles...

Picture by: Euphoric

 Cloud is pouring

No voice is heard

Bewildered by its own pinkness

Although a stranger

I can accept peace

This calm!

A scream from my soul

I can accept peace!

You! Cloud

And slowly smile removes its hat

on one knee it goes

“Didn’t Spring just arrive?”

Sound of the breath had been heard

from a corner 

and it's so that it smiles.

                                                        p.k  Aug 02
                                      Copyright © 2013 Parissa Khosh

The dream....

Picture by: K.G

To be searching and not finding.
To be a dream of you are capturing the moon and standing in a puddle going nowhere.

To have to operate on your vocal cords just to hear a faint scream and scream again till you are no more vocal.

To look at the ocean and see blood and then to see yourself flying over a green, green grass dreaming of a man who is your life and then reaching emptiness, emptiness. 

Flying over the coo coo’s nest

I drink a sip of water. 

It is my turn!

 I dream of a wide valley where the roses smell like roses.

There is a place where I dream of. 

It is over the horizon. I shall tie a red, red ribbon or maybe yellow around that corner close to something and then suddenly and only suddenly ....
I wake up and yes! I take a deep breath!
                                                                  p.k
                                                                                                   Copyright © 2013 Parissa Khosh

the IT within!

Hypnotize me

never weak

always whole            

Your love captures me

I swim

You are the ocean

Child with a magic touch

I’ve seen that movie

Father of medicine!

You have IT within you

You can teach me how to fly

There is a cloud that has my name

Teach me how to fly

Need to go
that fluffy blue with white patches 
it's waiting for me

lets take a deep breath.

Lets swim, there is a pearl! 
I will show you

A pearl

take my hand

I’m that sound

the need to glow

I will get to that cloud

Show me the way!
                                          p.k
Copyright © 2013 Parissa Khosh

10 six word poems!

My story is a seedless watermelon.

Dream is becoming an ant lover.

 

Japan’s Tsunami is shifting Libya.

(I wrote this one right after the Fukushima disaster in Japan)

She reached the sky without wings.

He ate and died from hunger.

Wave: The story of my life.

She danced with or without legs.

Heart: Emotion is dancing in rain.

He held her memories and danced.

She opened her eyes and slept. 
                                      Copyright © 2013 Parissa Khosh