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Enock Maregesi
Tunazaliwa, kuteseka na kufa kwa sababu ya dhambi ya asili ya wazazi wetu wa kwanza (Adamu na Hawa). Kama Hawa asingekubali kudanganywa na Shetani, tungezaliwa bila uchungu, tungeishi bila kuteseka na tusingekufa milele. Lakini haya ndiyo mawazo yangu: Mungu Ahusiki na dhambi, Ahusiki na mwili, Anahusika na roho. Hivyo, mtu anapofariki mwili unabaki duniani lakini roho inarudi kwa Mungu; kwani Yeye ndiye aliyeitengeneza na kuiweka katika moyo wa mtu. Mimi na wewe ni viumbe vyenye thamani kubwa sana mbele za Mwenyezi Mungu; mapenzi Yake kwetu hayana masharti yoyote. Hainiingii akilini (hata kidogo) kumtesa mtu unayempenda kiasi hicho milele, wakati uwezo wa kumwokoa unao.
Kamand Kojouri
All I need to dois place my pen against paperand your lovewrites for me.
Kamand Kojouri
How is it that there was never youuntil there wasand then all was you?
Kamand Kojouri
I fell in loveand then I became love.
Kamand Kojouri
Like a pair of old slippers,I feel comfort andwarmth as I slip into you.No, that is too crude.Like the match to the wick,I ignite when we touch.My counterpart andlife's purpose.Yes, as though I've known you my whole life.Every scar, every failurehas become an affirmationof what should be:You.Yes, as though I've loved you my whole life.
Kamand Kojouri
Come into my world. I will show you the phenomenon that Stendhal experienced. I will help you feel the cascading arpeggios of Wagner's overture. I will dance to Doga's waltzes with you. A day spent without appreciating the beauty surrounding us is a waste. Let me appreciate you
Kamand Kojouri
Take me when I'm wild.Take me when I'm free.Take me for meand I will take you as you want to be.
Kamand Kojouri
With you, I am. Without you, I am not.
Kamand Kojouri
What is this lovethat makes me see beauty,and makes every beautiful thing bring you back to me?What is this lovethat makes me declare 'I love you'even though I uttered itonly a moment ago?What is this love that keeps growing even when my chest is soreand it hurts to love you any more?Tell me:How am I to find what this love iswhen it was the one to find you, me, this verse, and this universe?
Kamand Kojouri
I was mistaken when I said you live in my heart. How absurd I was when you live in my fingertips so that everything I touch is you. How foolish I was when you live in my toes so that everywhere I go there's you. How senseless of me to say you live in my heart when you breathe in my lungs, walk on my mind, and drink in my mouth. I came to pen another poem for you, but even every unwritten poem is you.
Kamand Kojouri
I don't know why we fight.It takes much too effort to stay mad at you.To dodge your skin in the hallwayand leave the kitchen without bringing you a treat.It takes much too effort to stare at the sinkso my eyes don't smile at you in the mirror.It takes much too effort to look away as we undressand lie apart in the now bigger bed.It takes much too effort to stiffen my bodybecause sleepy limbs forget fightsand pride is always lost in dreams.It takes much too effort to awaken every hour to make sure we are islands with a gulf of white sheets separating us.I dread the light peeking through the parted curtainsand empathise with your groans
Kamand Kojouri
Why this candle?Why this cake?The day of my birth is not today.I was born when you said, 'Hey.
Kamand Kojouri
Let us remember to always rediscover one anotherbecause we are forever changing.
Kamand Kojouri
Whenever you keep score in love, you lose.
Kamand Kojouri
I can sense your love,why leave me in darkness?Beguile me for your amusement,stealing my soul without kisses. You are the sun and I, the moon. Your beauty is reflected in my eyes.When we are apart, I am extinguishedin the blackness of these skies.
Kamand Kojouri
I came to pen another poem for you, but even every unwritten poem is you.
Kamand Kojouri
I've written you sixty-seven love poems.Here's another one for you.But really, for me.These poems are the candles that I light with the fire you have ignited in me.I place this candle here and another thereso even if the stars have argued with the moonand are sulking away in a corner, you can still find your way to me.Sixty-eight poems now. What does the future hold for us?Joy? Disappointment? Gentle caresses? And subtle neglect?I hope the good is more than the bad. Much more. For what is the point of loveif by lighting these candlesour own flame loses its brightness?I know the good is more than the bad. Much more.I cannot wait to write you sixty-nine.
Kamand Kojouri
For all these stars,nothing is new.They've seen all kinds of warsand miracles, too.They know the messengers with their holy bookswill smile and wash their hands in blood.They know the politicians with their good lookswill make the poor eat pies of mud.They've seen the Earth freeze and then burn with greed.They've seen the treesand the seas emptied.Yet, you won't hear their sneerswhen a man arrivesand, having experienced a number of years,proclaims: 'I have lived!'Because nothing is new under these stars:the lies, the love, the memories and scars, the ruin, the revolution, the fakes and true,the families, the friends, none of it is new.All of it
Kamand Kojouri
Here's another poem,like all others before and after,dedicated to you.There isn't anything left to be saidbut I will spend my lifetrying to put you into words.You who is every goodness,every optimismand hope.Your love is a better fate for methan anything I could wish for.If you are a part of me, then you're the best part.And if you're separate from me, then you are my destination.But I've become a weary traveller,so please,let us never be apart.
Kamand Kojouri
The only path wide for us all is love.
Kamand Kojouri
Does God knowthe number of kissesbefore we fall in love?Yesterday, I was nobodyand I believed myself important.Today,I feel my worth in you.You, with your emerald eyes and ebony hair,even your heartbeat is beautiful.You, who is my greatest joy,all other concerns vanish in your presence.You swallow timeand consume space,inspiring all my passionwith a single embrace.I love your existence.
Kamand Kojouri
For all these stars,nothing is new.They've seen all kinds of warsand miracles, too.They know the messengers with their holy bookswill smile and wash their hands in blood.They know the politicians with their good lookswill make the poor eat pies of mud.They've seen the Earth freeze and then burn with greed.They've seen the treesand the seas emptied.Yet, you won't hear their sneerswhen a man arrivesand, having experienced a number of years,proclaims: 'I have lived!'Because nothing is new under these stars:the lies, the love, the memories and scars, the ruin, the revolution, the fakes and true,the families, the friends, none of it is new.All of it
Kamand Kojouri
Love, they said, burns youand builds you.But with you, there's no ash.Just light.
Kamand Kojouri
I used to be lost in us. Blurred were the lines that separated us. But now, I see our togetherness in our separateness. I see the you in me and the me in you. We are two independent beings who complement one another like photographs that are beautiful on their own but are enhanced when juxtaposed, creating an altogether new photograph.
Kamand Kojouri
Like a child who saves their favourite food on the plate for last, I try to save all thoughts of you for the end of the day so I can dream with the taste of you on my tongue.
Kamand Kojouri
Why didn't you write all this time?Did you not remember us in a song?A dance?In the skies littered with stars?Did you not get drunk?Why didn't you write all this time?Did you not remember us in a film?A book?In idyllic dusks and dawns?Did you not get high?It is good that you didn't.For all is well. I am drunk and dazed.I have already forgotten youand your bewitching ways.
Kamand Kojouri
And there's you. You're just beautiful. Effortlessly beautiful, like nature. You have the trinity of beauty: a beautiful heart, a beautiful mind, and a beautiful soul.
Kamand Kojouri
I don't know why we fight.It takes much too effort to stay mad at you.To dodge your skin in the hallwayand leave the kitchen without bringing you a treat.It takes much too effort to stare at the sinkso my eyes don't smile at you in the mirror.It takes much too effort to look away as we undressand lie apart in the now bigger bed.It takes much too effort to stiffen my bodybecause sleepy limbs forget fightsand pride is always lost in dreams.It takes much too effort to awaken every hour to make sure we are islands with a gulf of white sheets separating us.I dread the light peeking through the parted curtainsand empathise with your groans