Sara Akhavan (London)
Biography of Sara Akhavan
please do feel free to comment on my poems.
All comments appreciated!
Sara Akhavan Poems
A Mixed Nothingness
'When the black winter comes ' When my eyes feel dead, And when nostalgia cuts deep into my waist
The Borderline Between Sanity And Everyt...
I am mad- tangled in failure To be myself. And I still believe that you are happiness. That when the wind hits my cheeks
I know that I am weary when I picture That purple garden around me, me around them flowers, freedom.
Your being indeed banishes All distress. How shall I put it Oh joy, oh splendour, tranquillity
Spring is here I hear the birds I smell the sun But you're not here.
December. Small, minor things Me.
Is this grief? This feeling that suddenly pulled me to the ground When 'happy'?
At Tehran Train Station
With bags in your hand And shoulders heavy Shine it came, it shone through you And I still see light shining through
Remian so Dilemmas dissolve in your eyes Oh delight, Oh daydream
You In A Black Suit
In a month, or five I suppose To see you in black Will be a pity And all I see really
There Is A Lane (Profane)
There is a lane discreet Where on february nights, your presence and our coffee Sustains me
What is this shadow that creeps along And implants itself in your four corners. Drags you towards ESCAPE. Invites you to the party
Not an angel Just a human being And nice for that matter And sweet.
It's your turn now Tag You're it Follow me through this forest
Dilemmas dissolve in your eyes
Oh delight, Oh daydream
As rain does on Flustered sands
Your delicacy does