The Desert of the Mind کویر ذهن

Lost in the desert of the mind
I can see the dark blue sky
and the half moon
It is beautiful
regardless of me
The ruin I saw as a child
in the middle of the palm trees
is now manifest.
I know the beauty is there
But my perception is numb
my mother is dead
and with her all illusions.
I stopped smoking last week
to myself
Then realized
those scattered fifteen minutes
of smoke
were the meanings
of my life
now I’m abandoned
to meaninglessness
first I indulged in this
meaninglessness
as time can not be captured
with smoke
in my lungs
The tyranny of time
there is a chimney
in my lungs
leading to the dark
blue sky
my heart is the black hole
and there lies the desert
of my mind.
Vida Kashizadeh
21st August 1999