Kamand Kojouri Quotes

“I spent all night
weaving a poem for you
to wear. You look so beautiful
when you wear my light.”
― Kamand Kojouri

“If I can’t be your love,
then let me be a simple brooch
so I may rest a while against your chest.
If I can’t be your love,
then let me be a forgotten coin
so I may rest a while against your thigh.
If I can’t be your love,
then let me be an unlit cigarette
so I may rest a while in between your lips.
If I can’t be your love,
then let me at least remain in these words
so I may rest a while in your thoughts.”
― Kamand Kojouri

“Usually, when I dream of flying
I am simply flapping my arms
and somehow I lift off and glide through the sky.
Last night was different.
I missed you so much
and my yearning was so powerful
that I sprouted wings like a phoenix
and soared to reach you.
And now I finally understand:
if you see lovers on a roof, do not worry.
Surely, love has metamorphosed them.”
― Kamand Kojouri

“How can you be a lover of love
and not be a lover of God?
It is impossible.”
― Kamand Kojouri

“Be like the sun who fell in love with the moon and shared all his light.”
― Kamand Kojouri

“If you wait until you find something to speak up for, something that you’re passionate about that concerns you and attacks your own beliefs, then eventually, when the day finally arrives, you might also find that you have forgotten how to speak.”
― Kamand Kojouri

“Poetry is jealous of you tonight,
for as soon as I come
to pen a few words,
your perfume attacks me
in the most civilised manner
and I forget myself.
I forget the poem.
I forget the ...”
― Kamand Kojouri

“They can award me with the greatest accolades
and reward me with the finest diamonds.
They can name days and streets after me,
canonise and celebrate me.
They can make me the queen of their kingdom,
the president of their nation.
They can carry my picture in their wallets
and whisper my name in their prayers
but, tell me, what is all this worth
if your voice isn’t the one calling me home?”
― Kamand Kojouri

“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.”
― Kamand Kojouri

“Do not go to my grave.
Mary knows, I am not there.
Look for me in between pages
and on people’s lips.
Do not go to my old school.
Do not go to my old house —
I am not in any of those places.
Look for me in your hearts
and greet me there.”
― Kamand Kojouri

“Put down your glass,
it is time to dance.
If you want to get drunk
all you need is to drink love.
Put down your pipe
and do away with these childish toys.
If you want to get high
all you need is to breathe love.
Now,
can I have this dance?”
― Kamand Kojouri

“Lisbon, to me,
is the Lisbon of Pessoa.
Just like London is Woolf’s,
or rather, Mrs. Dalloway’s.
Barcelona is Gaudí's
and Rome is da Vinci’s.
You see them in every crevice
and hear their echoes
in every cathedral.
I’d like to be the child,
or rather, the mother of a city
but I neither have a home
nor a resting place.
My race is humankind.
My religion is kindness.
My work is love
and, well, my city
is the walls of your heart.”
― Kamand Kojouri

“I will drive the world crazy
with love poems for you.
So they can know how magnificent you are
and how crazy I am.”
― Kamand Kojouri

“Babies cry at birth because it is the first time they experience separation from love.”
― Kamand Kojouri

“It is not enough that you look for Him.
You must hunt for God each and every day
as if your life depends on it.
Because it does.”
― Kamand Kojouri

“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.”
― Kamand Kojouri

“We exist only to exist.”
― Kamand Kojouri

“If on any given day you don't cry from rejoicing in the beauty of the world, then you have not lived that day.”
― Kamand Kojouri

“Sometimes,
when inspiration runs dry,
I drink classical music
until my words spill out.”
― Kamand Kojouri

“Of course, I am religious.
I worship love.”
― Kamand Kojouri

“It is wonderful,
this whole business
of tickling and kissing
God every night.”
― Kamand Kojouri

“I am certain,
my love,
that poetry was born
only after your birth.”
― Kamand Kojouri

“If I had to choose between all the books in the world and you, then I would choose to read your body for the rest of my life.”
― Kamand Kojouri

“These poems are cups
that I pour my love into.
Here,
Drink!”
― Kamand Kojouri

“God begets love.”
― Kamand Kojouri

“We are told that in translation there is no such thing as equivalence. Many times the translator reaches a fork in the translating road where they must make a choice in the interpretation of a word. And each time they make one of these choices, they are taken further from the truth. But what we aren’t told is that this isn’t a shortcoming of translation; it’s a shortcoming of language itself. As soon as we try to put reality into words, we limit it. Words are not reality, they are the cause of reality, and thus reality is always more. Writers aren't alchemists who transmute words into the aurous essence of the human experience. No, they are glassmakers. They create a work of art that enables us to see inside to help us understand. And if they are really good, we can see our own reflections staring back at us.”
― Kamand Kojouri

“Wake up.
If your eyes are sleeping
then wipe them gently.
You need to be awake for this.
It is a matter of life and death.

Wake up!
If your mind is sleeping
then shake it quickly.
You need to be awake for this.
It is a matter of life and death.

Wake up, I said!
If your heart is sleeping
then beat your chest!
You need to be awake for life!
You need to be awake for love!
It is a matter of living and being alive.”
― Kamand Kojouri

“We call a story about love
a love story.
We call a poem about love
a love poem.
Well then, my dear, aren’t our lives
love lives?”
― Kamand Kojouri

“As soon as we are born
we hide God in ourselves.
We then spend our lives looking for Him
when all along, He has been concealed behind
the veil of 'I'.”
― Kamand Kojouri

“In the beginning was love, and love was with God, and love was God.”
― Kamand Kojouri