بێ دەنگی

دەمێ بێ دەنگ دبی
‌سیتاڤ بێ خودانن
‌بهێن بێ گولاڤن.، درەون
‌تەیر هاردبن و بوخو دخوینن
‌سەرما دبیتە هڕچەکا هار و
هزرێن من ‌
 بێ دەنگیا لدور من
 من دادعیرن
‌من بەرزەدکن

‌دەمێ تو بێ دەنگ دبی
‌بهار خو ژ زڤستانا ڤەناقەتینن
‌سەیرانی دلنگن
‌کەسکاتی خو ژ شیناتیێ بەردت
‌ژبەر بارانه کا شەرمین
ڕەنگێن خو بەردن
‌دەمێ بێ دەنگ دبی

هێژا سندی
10/3/2011

'Pieces fallen from a puzzle' By Heja Sindi

Piece 39:

a stranger looking around

for you

without

knowing you

reaching out

your presence

through the shadows

names

and home odor

to safely walk him

through

Piece 41:

a set up encounter

backed with innocent foolishness

and

hungry selfishness

to share with you the loneliness

the fear

of new faces

and

troubled thoughts in

exile

Piece 86:

friends

advice

direction

rescue

from the evil intentions

while promises

to pass and to good a morning

keeps falling down

cruelly whispering :p

'there is no a tomorrow'

Piece 42:

trust

what happens in Disney land

stays in Dream Land!

handing over the keys

of a black stallion

that flyed you

to the wildest dreams

while this ever ride

made the stallion

a forever antique

Piece 10:

brilliant look

forgotten name

skeptic

unsure

maybe evil will remorse

giving out the keys

holding on to the sparks

of a Vegas Sunday night!

Piece 25:

mates again

sarcasm

advice

relief

from mountains

laying on a thin chest

yet pain is a disguised joy

for evil is sometimes

hiding in our chests

not in the mountains

vision is a free spaceship to dreams. Heja: 'Less than six and more than four' By Heja Sindi

Less than six and more than four

Less than six and more than four

Moment one

Moving ahead with the head down

comes across the roots and gradually

finds the self facing a colorful destiny

Moment two 

Few seconds were borrowed from spring

that occupied me for hours 

playing back each letter, every sound

even though it was about others, a clown or a puppet!

Moment three

Interrupt then courtesy then lies

as if we needed some sudden magic

to take us on Sinbad's mat

away to continue

the journey of true missing

of blaming

and asking...

Were you?

Did you?

Have you?

Really?

Moment four and five became one age

Eyes like heart beats

drums in a scary movie

watched by two kids

catching up with a fading eye contact

before the dream ends

then…

A vacuum banged! 

nothing has left but

soundless faces

and lies kept on

smiles with no crescents  

while thoughts are wearing

googled eyes looking from

the back of heads

searching

reasoning

holding on  

to some hopes 

while whispering to the self 

the latter shouts 'WRONG!'

even to think of

the one truth

and that is

a 'want' to ask

Did you mean?

Were you? and

Are you still?

Always with you* By Heja Sindi

You earned your degree I am happy for you
A whole world in your eyes with great open doors
Let them know that you are the best let them see how you can fly
I know the feeling I have been there
Your toes feeling the steps your arms oaring the air
There you are in the coming years a flash at the end of a no end tunnel
Holding the hands of others talking about the stolen faith, the kidnapped promise
And how to find the hidden fact and how to fix the broken truth
And how to climb the shaking stairs to reach the sky to tip the moon
Put on your gown and proudly walk the line
Show them the pride in your shiny eyes
Make them hear the music of logic
Play them with mates an orchestra of wisdom
Farewell dear you know the road just follow the oath
A part of me will always be with you no matter how no matter where
Recall the best of what was said playback the themes in every test
No matter what storms you face out there a part of me will always be with you

* Dedicated to my graduated students

You're the one!

They see you the only, I see you the One

How can I prove it, if only blind?

I sight you out of dozens

and brand you deep in mind

Hey, see your soul in my eyes?

See what you worth in my trembling thoughts?

Not the beauty in others’ mirrors

Not others desire that gets only thinner!

They whispered in your ears ‘He is Crazy”

It’s you I believe who know I am even more

How long does it take to make you believe?

I am here I am there I’ve nowhere to leave

Wait Wait! This is no bluffing!

Please take your shoot please come back soon

I’ll stop my watch and wait for you

I am here I am there, just trace the moon

I chase your smell on empty stairs

I say I miss you, I say I do

There is so much to tell so much to Hey!

They’ll whisperer to you ‘He’s Crazy’, don’t do!

If this is my sin then let it be

I have no shame so please don’t blame

I follow others who did the same

I sin I cry and wonder your name

My dear,

Tell my story cross the oceans

Tell them he is cursed cross the sky

Tell them he is insane I can tell why

But tell them I know he doesn’t lie

I’ll keep writing for you wherever you go

It’s not that I knew you and let’s forget it

You’re so the “One” that I always follow

I promise to write you however you show

 Heja

17. May.2011

Who likes playing, grownups or kids?

While talking to a colleague about a lecture on Politics at Work that am preparing, he goes saying based on someone's saying that:

“Matures think that children go for playing in the play yard, while in fact they go to work (workout)! Children on the other hand think that matures work when they go to work while in fact work for us is a game, a hard game that needs to be ‘played’ well” 

Well, pretty much interesting and pretty much true is what I see in his words.

P.S Will come back to add more to this note.