I always believed
that truth
was a point
at sunrise, I lamented
waking too late,
or at sunset,
with sighs and regret,
when it was already time to sleep.
For a while,
patiently,
I held the thought
that truth,
somewhere,
like a thirsty traveler,
waited for me
impatiently.
For a time, unwillingly,
I imagined
that truth,
like a mirage,
was fleeing from me.
And in the end,
beyond belief, thought, and imagination,
I saw
that truth,
like a shadow,
moves with me
through the process of becoming.
همراهی با حقیقت
همیشه بر این باور بودم
حقیقت
نقطهای است
،در طلوع آفتاب
افسوس میخوردم
،که دیر از خواب برخاستهام
،یا در غروبِ آفتاب
دریغ و آه
،که هنگامِ خواب است
چندی
صبورانه
بر این اندیشه بودم
حقیقت
در نقطهای
چون تشنهای
بیصبرانه
،به انتظارم نشسته است
مدتی ناگزیر
بر این خیال بودم
حقیقت
چون سرابی
از من گریزان است
،و در پایان
به دور از باور و اندیشه و خیال
دیدم
حقیقت
چون سایهای
فرآیندِ شدن را
با من طی میکند
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Author:
soheil khodaparasti (
Online) - Published: January 6th, 2026 15:34
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Comments4
I very much enjoyed this read
Thank you so much! I am truly glad to hear that you enjoyed it. Your kind words mean a lot.
I sometimes see shadows of myself or other people .. that’s maybe just my dissociation or something .. anyway
Interesting writing )
I am really glad the piece resonated with you, even briefly. Your comment was received with appreciation
Absolutely beautiful work
Thank you so much!
Times of the day roll on through this poem. Nicely written
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