Poems and Paintings

Book

I have written a book.
I wrote your name on the first page,

On the second page I wrote simple words,
I heard voices coming from those words,

Those voices were singing your name.
On the third page I was wondering what to write?

The universe has opened to me,
A thousand years’ secrets are revealed,

At the first glimpse of the universe your name has appeared to me.

Your name, your name…

Refugee

I am a refugee, I am the wind,
I live on the top of mountains, trees and hills, the world is my home. I live everywhere but yet I am homeless,

I feel people’s faces, the surface of the oceans, roads and the forests. I am everywhere but yet I am nowhere,

I cover everything, from south to north, from east to west,
I am everything, but yet I am nothing,

My mysterious being guides the rain drops where to fall, my immense presence encompasses the horizon, but yet I don’t exist.

I am a refugee, I am the wind,
I live on the top of mountains, trees and the hills, the world is my home. I live everywhere, but yet I am homeless.

Milad Yousufi is a musician, composer, poet, painter, and calligrapher. He was born in Afghanistan in 1995, when music was banned under Taliban rule. Now residing in the US, his works express the complex feelings towards his country of birth — feeling abandoned yet longing to go back to it. He is also a featured artist on the Unheard Music Project.