MEHRANGIZ TALAIEZADEH

 

 

The Symphony Of The River Tide

 

My dreamy eyes surf upon the river,

Where blue tides slide over one another.

The river serves as the mirror of nature,

And nature reflects a higher supernatural order.

The riverside plays a grand symphony,

While the river tide hums a gentle rhapsody.

Ceiling and floor are painted in two hues,

Both bottom and top drenched in deep blues.

Swallows fly over the ancient caves,

Tiny fish leap out from the waves.

Dreamy words emerge from the river,

As realities appear on the flat mirror.

An opaque blue sky, a transparent river,

White cloud-brides in the sky, pebbles in the water.

Ballads are sung by water splashing on rocks,

Boats sail past like swift, gliding ducks.

Watermelons are dipped in the chilly water,

Cooling themselves in the hot summer weather.

The words inside me float on the tides,

Fish swallow down my poetic baits.

A quiet little mermaid, with her big, keen eyes,

Gazes from the distant sunset, back at the sunrise.

©® Mehrangiz Talaiezadeh- Iran

 

Nature's Symphony

 

Sitting in calm, in nature's deep core,

Eyeing the colors that creatures wore.

Morning dew dreams on a field of rose,

A marvelous green haze where the wind blows.

Full of the pure smell of mud and clovers,

Full of the fine scent of buds and flowers.

A flock of ducklings on green country roads,

A choir of frogs with a chorus of toads.

Herds of cows and sheep walking around,

Grazing on grass with a low "moo" sound.

Murmurs of tiny fish down in the river,

Whispering breezes that make leaves shiver.

A blazing ball in a feverish red,

Spreading a blanket of light on its blue bed.

Sunrise hues over the fruitful dates,

While love songs echo from avian mates.

The shepherds gather their wandering sheep,

As crickets start chirping with peep, peep, peep.

The village children are flying their kites,

The old men are smoking their hookahs and pipes.

Where earth and heaven meet at the horizon,

A woman bakes bread in a clay oven.

The smell of fresh smoke is spread through the air,

She bakes in a season so lovely and fair—

Unforgettable, this earthly heaven!

©️®️Mehrangiz Talaiezadeh

 

Children's rights

 

My golden sun of childhood never rose,

Its warmth never reached the cosmos.

Only a doll would wipe my sorrowful tears,

The only beloved among all my dears.

Only she could speak of my passions,

Of my true rights and hidden emotions.

World! Who saw my childhood's hidden sorrow,

When my tearful face pressed into the pillow? World!

Who could see my childhood on the global stage,

Except for my speechless, kind cloth doll in her cage?

My sunflower of childhood never grew,

The spinning top of my fate never flew.

I dreamed of a whimsical balloon at night,

Playing with stars and white birds in flight,

Chasing the joy under warm sunbeams.

Now, I long for those lost childhood dreams.

My orphaned heart needs a mother’s lap,

A father’s warm smile to bridge the gap.

A high education is my absolute right,

To play in deep peace, far from any fight.

World! Give me the chance to go to school,

The right to live by childhood’s true rule.

World! Rock me to sleep in your kind cradle,

Sing me to hope with a motherly carol.

I want to be a child of this wide world,

Where peace and children's rights are unfurled.

©️®️ Mehrangiz Talaiezadeh

 

The Moon In Gloom

 

Oh, cloudy eyes! Oh,

starry nights! Pitter-patter, pitter-patter,

Shed tears for the death of the moon!

Little cameras on roofs to see the bride,

A Pegasus ride on the night tide.

Twilights waiting for the moonlight,

All eyes stare at the bride, white in the night,

Reciting its beauties,

Playing its melodies.

A train takes the moon to the city of wishes,

The train passes through dreamy mountains.

The moon cheers from the window of the sky train,

Stars applaud the moon's ride in heaven.

The silvery moon shines every night,

No one gets lost in the moonlight.

The moon, the light of the poor hut,

The moon, the balloon of the poor child,

The moon, through which the velvet heaven is seen,

The moon, the pretty bride of the night,

The moon, the ballerina of the night,

The moon, the palette of the artistic night,

The moon is the lantern of the night.

The moon listens to the sorrow inside,

The moon, a sonnet in the quiet night,

The moon, the ring of a pure love.

Black nights covered the beams of moonlight,

The smiling moon forgot how to laugh,

The swan of the night sky is caged in the dark lake,

The dark cosmos swallowed the pearl of night.

Oh, cloudy eyes! Oh, starry nights!

Pitter-patter, pitter-patter,

Shed tears for the death of the moon!

©️®️ Mehrangiz Talaiezadeh

 

Forest Of Stars

 

Passing through endless forests on starry nights,

Like the shining moon of the sky in the dark nights.

Dim lanterns hanging from dark green heights,

Green lanterns hanging from tall trees of the night.

How sweet it is to wait for dawn in long nights,

How sweet it is to fly among the petals.

How sweet it is to see the bright Canopus,

How sweet it is to wait for the rising sun's rays.

How sweet it is to worship within the jungles,

How sweet it is to walk through the woods of stars.

Does everyone know well the address of the home stars?

Does everyone cross the same path through the trees of stars?

All know the green velvet carpet of God's nights,

Can everyone cross the forest of stars on dark roads at night?

Now, the earth is full of pale, dead autumn leaves,

Every night, countless stars fall upon the fields.

Someday, those glittering stars twinkled toward us,

Now, you and I are among the new twinkling stars.

Forest of Stars©️®️

 

MEHRANGIZ TALAEIZADEH

 

MEHRANGIZ TALAEIZADEH: A Visionary in Art and Literature Mehrangiz Talaeizadeh is an internationally acclaimed contemporary Iranian visual artist, bilingual lyric and nature poet, and writer who creates masterfully in both English and Persian. A proud graduate of prestigious universities in Iran, she holds a Master’s degree in English Language Teaching (ELT) and General Linguistics. She is widely celebrated for bridging the worlds of literature and fine arts, earning global recognition as a master of interdisciplinary dialogue. Her profound contributions to the creative world have earned her international honorary doctorates in Fine Arts with a focus on Painting, Literature, and Humanity, as well as the prestigious 2025 CIESART Medal. Her creative work has been widely showcased in physical and online exhibitions, festivals, galleries, and national and international art museums. She composes profound ekphrastic poetry for her own paintings, while prominent global writers and artists simultaneously compose ekphrastic poetry and write critical literary reviews about her hyper-realistic paintings. Her creative vision harmonizes natural themes with deep emotional resonance, cementing her distinguished international reputation. Her poetry has been translated into 15 living languages, with select pieces published in prominent international anthologies. Furthermore, several of her paintings have been gifted to global museums. Her international recognition and literary impact are further highlighted by the profound reviews and critiques several international authors and poets have provided on her poetry and short stories. A vast body of her poetry and literary verses has been widely published in prominent international magazines and newspapers. Additionally, numerous distinguished editors-in-chief of major international publications have conducted detailed reviews and interviews with her regarding her artistic and literary masterpieces. Because of her moving work, she is regularly invited to major international literary events and festivals to recite her poetry.