Nostalgic Melody Poem by Reza Raza

Deep, deeper-
Your voice sounds in temporal words
When I look up, it falls like-
Disillusioned oscillations of devoted pendulum.

If the dirt on my retina
Is removed suddenly-
It opens the sigh of the edge of
The gray old letters.

The pale face of the old shadow leaning down
Terrified with the blue line of my hand
The melody of the flute is instantaneous.
I also dare to play Hamelin's flute.

Falls from the fair breasts of full moon
The milk of memory - in the line of the still night.
Falls the tears of smart painting brush and
Sound of sleeping deer with long black eyes.


In the wounded, far-wounded time
Bizarre glands paint the sun on the
Scorched face of violent noise
In the balcony.

Breathless, merciless hang-
Captive is the fish soul
And its life is in doubt.
Mounds of flesh covers surprising
Beauty of the pretty woman;
Abdominal fat deposits
Flying bow of her once lofty youth
Surrounded by the protruded forest
The two lives remain unhappy
In a meaningless embrace.


Still on the tip of your beautiful nose
The golden sweat of age twenty
Reminds me the splendor of pearls.
Mysterious poems of wonder times
Caught on its own illusory antenna.


But the killer time puts on
Tight bonds of grouped chain
Glands of unuttered pain of dying bird
Loses the living exhalation.

Maybe you are a detenu in the circle of illusory boundaries
Gather flowers in the garden surrounded by walls
Falling into a trance
The sparkle of memorable words
Maybe the wonder sesame on your cheeks
Peeking at your past
The wonder of the love bird flew
Maybe just maybe you are suddenly nostalgic.