Kamand Kojouri is an acclaimed Iranian poet, writer, and philosopher known for his profound reflections on life, love, and human connection. Through his evocative poetry and insightful prose, he touches hearts and minds, inspiring readers to explore deeper truths. Kamand's thoughtful words serve as a beacon of hope and introspection, encouraging a mindful approach to everyday existence. His work has earned him recognition as a powerful voice in contemporary literature, motivating others to find beauty and meaning amid life's complexities.
"Why wait to forgive and let go only after you have sufficiently wallowed in your despair? Why not forgive and let go now?"
"I see them and they see me but the lovers - we recognise one another: there is light in our eyes."
"Because at nightwhen others are sleeping, I drown myself in poetry."
"Why do you feel so powerless? Go spend an hour with ants. Each of those black specks you see is a life. One whole life that you can save, take, or affect in some way. You have the power to make so many lives better. It is within you. Don't lose sight of that."
"Poetry is seeing everything when there is only one thing. It is looking at a rose but seeing the stars, moons, seas, and trees. It is a truth beyond logic, an experience beyond thought. Poetry is the Earth pausing on its axis in order to manifest itself as a rose."
"Reading poetry is like undressing before a bath. You don't undress out of fear that your clothes will become wet. You undress because you want the water to touch you. You want to completely immerse yourself in the feeling of the water and to emerge anew."
"It is a dangerous thing to substitute reading or writing for living. Live first, then write."
"Some people are in such utter darkness that they will burn you just to see a light. Try not to take it personally."
"I left the bankbecause they wouldn't deposit my cheque of poems.So I went to the store,but they didn't acceptmy currency of words.So I boxed all my storiesand took them to charity.But they refused my donation and asked me to give blood instead.I opened the notebooks and made them look, 'What do you think I wrote these in?"
"O woman, father says natural is beautifulso why do you redden your cheeks and blacken your eyes?Why do you remove the hair on your legsand draw them into your brows?Why do you hold your breathlest your stomach showand hold your fartlest they knowthat you're a human? O woman, father says natural is beautifulso why do you straighten your hairto curl it nextand pretend to orgasm so they think you enjoyed the sex?Why do you dumb yourself downand push your breasts up?Why do you smile when you're told toand love when you don't want to?When? When will you stop, woman? Father says natural is beautifulbut that is doubtfulfor what does father knowhe's only a fellow."
"Come back to me.Where have you gone?And why so long?I miss the star below your lip,the constellation on your chest.I miss your ways,how you net butter-flying words and release themfor others to enjoy.I miss your tenderness,the sweetness of your breathand the song of your voice.I miss howyou worship me.Come back to me once more.Why did you go?And whatever for?The heavens plotted against us.The clouds came andpissed on our lives.The smell of charged particlesstill lingers in the air.What will become of you and I?Come back to us."
"You do not have to be beautiful.You do not even have to be intelligent.All you have to do is practice kindness,for that is our purpose."
"Sit here, so I may writeyou into a poem and make you eternal."
"Do not give them a candle to light the way, teach them how to make fire instead. That is the meaning of enlightenment."
"Come into my world. I will show you the phenomenon that Stendhal experienced. I will help you feel the cascading arpeggios of Wagner's overture. I will dance to Doga's waltzes with you. A day spent without appreciating the beauty surrounding us is a waste. Let me appreciate you."
"If your mind can move mountainsand swallow gods,Why does it worry with helpless yesterdays and unborn tomorrows?If it can vomit starsand walk on split hairs,Why must it follow the samepath to despair?Everyone will tell you:'An orgasm here is just as good."
"Die every night so in the morning you are reborn."
"No one has any right to tell you that the way you perceive yourself is wrong. Because by doing so, they also discourage the person you aspire to be."
"Maybe love at first sight isn't what we think it is. Maybe it's recognising a soul we loved in a past life and falling in love with them again."
"Is it odd, my love, that I envy others who have not met you for the intoxication they have yet to experience? Is it odd that I wish to witness you with new eyes so I may have the pleasure of falling for you all over again? I am grateful, so grateful, for knowing the meaning of your various sighs. For being the cause of your ecstatic cries. But, if only for a moment, I wish to let you fall out of my hands so that I may catch you again. You, my love, are the oddity. You are my exception."
"Extremities are flawed. Moderation is ideal, save for one occasion.So damn these eyes that weep too much.This mind that thinks too much. But never this heart that loves too much."
"What happens when I love, you ask, does the world start making sense? No, my dear, it does not. But it won't matter to you then."
"Remember:all the thoughts you have of yourself and others are written on your face. Make them kind."
"Make no mistake about it. We are born blind, deaf, and mute. It is neither these eyes that give us sight, nor these ears that give us sound. It is not even these lips that give us voice. It is only love. Love makes us seek beauty and truth. Love yearns to connect. To experience. To understand. So close your eyes at once. Don't utter a word. Perk up your ears and listen to that silent sound inside you where all this is found."
"A poetess is not as selfishas you assume.After months of agonising over her marriage of words-the bride-and spaces-the groom,she knows that as soonas she has penned the poem,it's yours to consume.So, without giving it a think,she blows on the inkand the letters fly awaylike dandelions on a windy day,landing on hands and lips, on hearts and hips.But more often than not,you can easily spotthem trodden and forgotten,becoming sodden and rotten.Yet, she will continue to makewhat's others to takebecause selfishness is not the mark of a poetess."
"You must be more alive than life.You must see darkness danceand hear silence sing.You must be more awake than lightfor we aren't born sleepingand we shouldn't live sleeping.Only then will death's slumberbecome sweet."
"I'm not here to grant you the extraordinary love you never had for yourself. I'm here, on my own accord, to love you. So that when you stare into my mirror eyes, you may see how extraordinary you are."
"It doesn't matter whether you are looking for a reason to be happy or sad, you will always find it."