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    Arguments with Silence
    Arguments with Silence
    Arguments with Silence
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    Arguments with Silence

    By Mohsain Shirazi

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    A book of poems

    Shirazi masterfully unfolds the central inspiration thesis, which is that mankind must seriously contemplate the possibility of freedom from earthly constraints. He reveals his thoughts through a series of internal and interactive dialogues in which the very different voices of the participants are unified with a mesmeric and incantatory metric structure.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherZorba Books
    Release dateFeb 15, 2023
    ISBN9789395217347
    Arguments with Silence
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    Mohsain Shirazi

    Mohsain Shirazi opted for a life of a legal beagle in the High Court . His friends call him “ Esky” . Most of his schooling was done in Bombay, except for the period from 1963-65, when he went to boarding-school in Panchgani. It was here that he began to write poetry. He obtained his B.A. degree from the National College affiliated to Bombay University, with English and History as his main subjects.Before settling down in the legal profession in 1983, he briefly worked as a journalist for (the now defunct) “beautiful” a lifestyle and fashion magazine edited by the well known model singing star Sharon Prabhakar. Eskander later worked for an airline.Though his mother-tongue is Persian (Farsi), he neither reads nor writes in it. He gets his inspiration from nature, music (Bob Dylan, John Lennon, Leonard Cohen) and “things that happen everyday.” He enjoys reading history, mystery novels and science fiction.To his friends he is known as Esky, an abbreviation of his nom de plume Eskander.

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      Arguments with Silence - Mohsain Shirazi

      PART

      01

      mother earth

      i your child

      so wild

      so free

      like the wind that blows

      blows and blows

      i come unto you

      like the wind

      like the blade of grass

      freshly sprung

      from the soil

      i sway

      i play

      i laugh

      i cry

      i dance

      i sing

      mother earth

      i hold your hand

      just a simple child of yours

      mother earth- so many be my children

      i have hands for all of them

      so go your way accordingly

      fear not the night

      nor the day

      the sunshine

      the rain

      the storm

      the summer

      the winter

      they all be my dresses

      i change them for you

      so you may

      know not boredom

      so go my child

      be gentle

      be wild

      be free

      like the wind

      cheerful

      as the bird that sings

      mother earth

      i go

      and come unto you

      you will

      you will

      unto mother earth

      six feet deep

      after knowing me well

      oh pain

      even my shadow leaves me

      but you

      you follow me

      stalk me

      so i may fear you

      and fall into line

      like the cow in the herd

      oh you speck of nothing

      how so you fancy yourself

      as if you be something more

      more than the measure

      as if you be beyond

      beyond measure

      and yes

      oh yes you are

      but not as you think

      oh you speck of nothing

      on the scale of the universe

      you measure nothing

      but yet you make

      and making break

      adding a few grains of sand

      to the dust

      i be dust

      yes i am dust

      and dust to dust must return

      but while my spirit be within it

      i am the universe

      though merely a child of the earth

      what need i have for size

      what need i have for shape

      i am the spirit

      the creation of the creator

      both

      his shadow and image

      soul and substances

      a tiny spark of his flame

      glows within me

      tis enough

      to set alight the universe

      and conquer pain

      mother earth: dear child

      even pain is joy

      tis only the other side

      of the same coin

      so now

      you be young

      your flesh and bones in their prime

      and you have the strength

      to jump over mountains

      dive into deep oceans

      but you’ll be coming along

      along the way

      of a million gone before

      wailing and crying

      cursing their very births

      all to no avail

      for i must have

      what is mine

      and i take it well

      so be i young

      and you feel cheated

      that i not be born old

      ready for the grave

      oh pain

      from me you will not gain

      for i know my body

      just as my shoes

      to be worn

      and worn out

      and i

      i be my soul

      that eternal vagabond

      for whom

      even one moment of life

      is a memory forever

      so on mountain tops

      and oceans deep

      i go my way

      and beneath

      the trees i sing

      what i hear from the birds

      for theirs is the song

      the only music

      made truly for the ear

      for they sing of their joys

      and dancing fly

      and perching sing

      once again

      and mother earth

      what a demon be i

      that these creatures flee at my sight

      though i seek them

      in their company

      to delight

      for i know

      theirs too is a spirit

      just as mine

      and i say unto them

      may I die

      to quell your fears

      and may you’ll live a million years

      mother earth: many be your kind

      but they not all be sane

      many of them

      have taken leave of their senses

      needlessly kill

      and in killing rejoice

      oh mother earth

      what men are these

      what spirit dwells within them

      what soul

      mother earth: they haven’t any

      their souls have been sold

      for wordly comforts

      that truly are joyless pains

      but how should they know it

      they listen not to that voice within

      neither do they speak to it

      but spit as they may

      they spit on themselves

      but do they know it

      mother earth: yes

      when they be drowning

      see

      oh joy

      of what shades are your kind

      diseased and depraved

      is it not pain

      do you not feel it

      when you learn of these

      i learn of these

      but i feel no pain

      for of what gain is that

      tis neither here nor there

      so i go forth unto my brother

      whose spirit and soul have been sold

      and I say unto him

      don’t sell today

      for tomorrow

      tis no such thing

      so make no such deal

      so i say unto him

      for awhile you be here

      and then you be gone

      so whyfor

      make provisions forever

      tis no such thing

      but do they listen

      no

      you only add to the noise

      I say my thing

      those who listen

      have the freedom

      to listen and believe

      or to do

      just as they please

      for i

      I say unto no one

      of right and wrong

      no such fool am i

      I only say my thing

      and force no one to buy it

      for each man

      howsoever much

      he have of freedom

      is a prisoner of his mind

      and should he say so

      otherwise

      he makes no fool of me

      but now I go

      free and wild

      unto mother earth

      for now

      which is the time

      i be her child

      her true child

      and so

      i should know her well

      mother earth: so my child

      i await you

      but you know not my ways

      you must see me as I am

      and make your explanations

      and take of me as much as you can

      but remember

      but just taking and not returning

      harms the recipient

      more than the doner

      so do unto me

      as best as you can

      and i be both

      your playground

      and grave

      something of me

      still remains in you mother earth

      so I seek you

      as I do other creatures

      though i know not

      what they say

      with their voices

      but i know

      yes i know

      that some of them are within me

      and me within them

      so i rush

      to hear

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