“We seek the fire of the spark that is already within us.”
— Kamand Kojouri
“If only we studied the stars as much as we study our own reflections.”
— Kamand Kojouri
“The way you dress is how you greet the sun and other stars.”
— Kamand Kojouri
“I am so tired. I have grown old from being serious. I have grown ill from being serious. I want to laugh at myself. I want to forget myself. I am so tired.”
— Kamand Kojouri
“Autumn has come and reason has gone. Yesterday, I sold the sun for you and tonight the stars are running away from me. When you first spoke, you slowly annihilated my world. Your mouth was like the sea — in your kisses I sank. Your hands were like the ocean — in your caresses I sank. I ask for no salvation on this moonless night. I only ask for more Autumn.”
— Kamand Kojouri
“I love you.I love you a thousand times.I love you an irrational number. And I will continue to love youlong after all this has died and been rebornand we are nothing more than a pair of reincarnated eyes.”
— Kamand Kojouri
“These poems are cupsthat I pour my love into.Here, Drink!”
— Kamand Kojouri
“There is nothing I can do that won’t bring me back to you.”
— Kamand Kojouri
“We all wear masksto veil the truth.Truth is nakedness.Truth is fear.Truth is the gardener making you sit on his lapasking you tolight his cigarette.Truth is father— with a limp cigarette on his lips —telling you to never use his matches to light it for him.Truth is father yelling:”It is not nice for little girls to do so”.Truth is a curious girlwanting to ignite a matchlike a woman.Truth is the maid watching from the kitchen,knowing.But knowing isn’t truth.Truth is the maid calling:Come. Come.Truth is the gardener understanding. But understanding isn’t truth.Truth is the maid saying,”Stay away!”Truth is a girl thinking she is in control.That nothing happened, nothing bad.But the truest truthis a girl knowing, a girl understanding thaton that daysomeone stole a little piece of her truth.”
— Kamand Kojouri
“They want to knowwho I write these poems for.Tell them it’s for all loversbecause I don’t see a differencebetween our loveand their love.”
— Kamand Kojouri
“Remember to forget yourself”
— Kamand Kojouri
“There are some days we can claim and there are other days that claim us.”
— Kamand Kojouri
“Grace is neither gentleness nor fragility. Grace is treating yourself, others, and even inanimate objects with respect.”
— Kamand Kojouri
“At a night like this, where it’s just me and the yellow moon,I feel complete.”
— Kamand Kojouri
“Fell in love first,Fell in love quickly—Like I was pushed.Fell in love next,Fell in love slowly—Like I was strolling.Falling in love now And feeling crazy.Thinking of closing my eyesAnd jumping.”
— Kamand Kojouri
“I have become intoxicated again.You are such a potent wine, my friend.To escape your withdrawal effects,tomorrow I will drink in excess.Alas, why make me love?I was aware, conscious, and sensible before.I am ill by cause of this illusion.The devil plays tricks on me more and more.I was a harp you immaculately plucked at will.Your score, the nightingale song withinnotes composed to imprison and bear me wings.Oh, if only they could hear how it sings!I am now beyond parched.My strings left untouched.You are no longer an oasis, my friend,but a mirage soon coming to an end.”
— Kamand Kojouri
“I call you my soulmate because I lost myself in you and then found myself through you. Sure, when you are gone, I will be a fraction but the common denominator has always been me.”
— Kamand Kojouri
“Like the cotton-carder who combs tangled cotton into a long bundle of fibre, you take all my knotted fragments and comb them into light.”
— Kamand Kojouri
“Some people are in such utter darkness that they will burn you just to see a light. Try not to take it personally.”
— Kamand Kojouri
“Where were you when I undressed and told the tales of my day?Where were youwhenI was silent with God in prandial pray?Where were youwhen I recited love poems as I lay?Where were you?”
— Kamand Kojouri
“Let us give thanks for our shadowsfor they are there in the first placebecause of the presence of light.”
— Kamand Kojouri
“Sometimes a writer simply finds new ways of saying what has already been said because, ultimately, truth is unoriginal.”
— Kamand Kojouri
“Die every night so in the morning you are reborn.”
— Kamand Kojouri
“I have drunk the night and swallowed the stars. I am dancing with abandon and singing with rapture. There is not a thing I do not love. There is not a person I have not forgiven. I feel a universe of love. I feel a universe of light. Tonight, I am with old friends and we are returning home. The moon is our witness.”
— Kamand Kojouri
“We grow old judging othersAnd ourselvesUntil life humbles usAnd makes scared children of usLonging to hold another’s handTo hear their kind words And witness their kind deeds done on our behalf.But like children,We sabotage everythingFor nothing satisfies usUntil life crumbles usAnd we are no more.”
— Kamand Kojouri
“A spark of every fire we seek is already within us.”
— Kamand Kojouri
“I have died at the ripe age of twenty.Smile, for the world didn’t get a chance to disappoint me.I have died at the mature age of ninety.Smile, for my life was more than satisfying.I have died suddenly—out of the blue.Smile, for I didn’t have to fall ill before you.I have died from a long illness.Smile, for I had the chance to say goodbye.I did not want to leave this Earth.But smile, for I am still here among you.Why are you crying?Can you not see I am smiling?”
— Kamand Kojouri
“The best tourist is one without a camera.”
— Kamand Kojouri
“The best tourist is one without a camera”
— Kamand Kojouri
“Come, let us speak with our bodies.Teach me how to please you.I am here to learn.Let us not waste this time.It is the hour of union.ComeAnd after you do,Come again.”
— Kamand Kojouri