Headless Babies
by Mahnaz Badihian
The room was filled with
Lost dreams. Music was from
Captured humans in the battle
For humanity!
They are still hopeful that angels
Are busy making headless babies
With human hearts.
With the manuscript for pre fabricated
Head wrapped in their umbilical cord.
This room is where Adam and Eve based
Their first fertile egg and a bird flows
To eternity with broken wings, and two legs
That only walk through a limited plane of a
Limited universe.
Let’s dream kindly! While the moon still looking
At us…., and our incredible silenced pain,
Healed with tuned music of hope.
Let’s stop making headless babies with short hands.
We will make two remote controlled wings.
Bravo Death
Good thing
there is death.
Dream of so many…
Same death,
that stopped my mother’s
longing,
your mother’s loneliness.
The same death
that gave
rest to those old,
callous hands
Same death
helps the poor, the starved.
Bravo death.
With its caressing hands.
I hear of a new masterpiece
by your helping hands,
everyday.
Your hands
sometimes
are more healing,
than Human hands.
Bringing
a magical remedy,
and creating peace and harmony.
Let the darkness of night
cover our secret!
Let it hide and deny
you and me and
love forbidden.
Let the night be at fault,
since
Love is always sin free!
Why Not?
Let me lie, it is a
practice of life, and a
peaceful way of living
with the crowd.
First Invention
I don’t envy yesterday.
Yesterday
that I was blooming
day by day.
Yesterday
With my fresh curly hair
With drunken eyes
With wine dripping
from my lips.
No, I don’t envy yesterday,
I think of tomorrow,
When autumn
is walking through my hair,
Amazed.
Tomorrow
When my eyes are filled with passion
and my cheeks
have the footsteps of life’s kisses.
Tomorrow
That your rooted love
Will echo in my skin, that
Love is the First Human Invention