Fraidoon Warasta based in Amsterdam, a graduate of the Willem de Kooning Academy of Rotterdam, is an art and creativity teacher, painter, illustrator, calligrapher and writes poetry on Nature and everyday Life. Fraidoon organises also, Art and Creativity workshops for children, groups and organisations, based on the concept of mindful art.
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Selected Haiku
Part Two
2019
By Fraidoon Warasta
facing mirrors
misty night
my cat is after
footsteps of stars
into the mist
a heron flying
into the mist
peak of drought
sun has no tears
to shed
after rain
sun highlights our moments
in gold
february rain
the perfume of heaven
a soaked pine
kissing in the rain
my finger moves the forest
dewdrop on a rose
torn beer can
beheads the beach sands
a red moon
no argue
a tiny bee opens
spring’s window
april heat
temptation deepens
touching a rose
sky and sea
my solitude in between
facing mirrors
starry night
brushing one by one
my mala beads
depth of night
a cricket studying
moon’s geography
scissoring the sky
into pieces
dusk swallow
summer sun
enlightening
stone buddha
resting
old soup can
under its rust
not feeling
wave on wave
their weight
slow stream
letting go of my thoughts
in a notebook
height of drought
stabbing each other
grass blades
autumn begins
golden leaves already
roaming into my poems
subject to be free
as it meant to be
autumn leaf
autumn rain
a shivering rat gazing
at a homeless man
november rain
a homeless man wrestling
the sky
cloudless sky
full moon leaping
pond to pond
departing autumn
i wish i could keep
bit of its breath
wavering wind
through a birch’s fingers
through itself
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Selected Haiku
Part one
2017-2018
a traceless snail
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effortlessly carries
burden of homelessness
a traceless snail
while uncertainty
is pouring, i take shelter
under a mushroom
university of life
even a cricket
is a lecturer
once upon a dawn
man was the crown of god
ah now he is dead
each breath i meet death
each breath i meet life
birth, death, undivided
undressed
her tempting curves and colours
spring in the mountains
loose shoelace
an old lady bends over
a gentle fart
washing away
my uncommitted sins
spring rain
long hot summer
cries and dies for rain
wingless ladybird
dining by sunset
pinkish sky rolls into shore
red onion
breeze lingers
above the stepping stones
no arrivals
peak of drought
tries to cut the sun
a grass blade
alone and desperate
roaring around
umbrella in the wind
she asks me
keeping her secret
unbroken walnut
moonlit balcony
two cats arguing
politics
in the moonlight
making love
with the moonlight
starry sky
box of fireworks
unopened
my paintings
longing to remain unfamous
till i am dead
plum tree
the last parting leaf
nailing the winter
lack of sparrow
lingering in the city
cement and metal
cold wind
unties and takes away
snowman’s scarf
my cat
dares to turn on
a moonlit sky
willow
in its frozen garment
a christmas carol
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abandoned beach gazing at retreating waves
Fraidoon Warasta
2-2025
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The Path to Horizon (Mookerheide, Limburg) 51x36 cm (inc frame) Acrylic on canvas
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The Mastery of Seeing
Yet! In a skylark’s view: We from time to time, are not aware of our blunt perception. Either you want to inhale the rain, or caress the sun, you cannot run heaven’s course. A child might think: when the curtain of sky is drawn, behind the gloomy clouds, sun might sharpen its rays. wait! Your patience will pay off, As the plantations make no hasty way, Rain fulfils its duty whenever Nature summons. Only man in this respect is In a rebellious state: Kicking against the wind, Cursing the exuberance of rain and, Punching his own face, Boasting, bloating? He cannot even subdue his smell and sweat, The loitering wind will hit back your spit, Wind is deaf to your dispute, Rain is blind to your prejudice You’d better leave your house and go to that roaming desert, Meeting a god waiting for you, Who has no doctrine to teach, There, even timelessness and emptiness follow him, He does not try to tame a lion, Nor holding a wand, A bright smile! You’ll apprentice to learning, The mastery of seeing, Your final exam will be Walking blindfolded on a hair-bridge, Over a ravenous abyss. If you pass, Stars will grow and glow in your eyes, But first you should be Stripped of your spectacles ...
Fraidoon Warasta October 2023
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Mookerheide, Limburg (loitering autumn) 80x100cm Oil on canvas
7.7.2023
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Avocado
Avocado Beyond the eloquent and poetic brawl of clouds I see a poem emerging, through yellow, green and purple. I sit and write, a circular and organic poem about an avocado, I already hear a stringless harp, resonating through all its cells and fibres, I pause, stand and walk again, I see someone on the road, a stranger, an outsider maybe? I think in the first place: His smile, leisurely, depicts meeting myself somehow. It’s the magic of poetry that you can see yourself, In syntax and imagery, beyond our visions. The purple skin of an avocado is identical to the soil, so is poetry akin to a mother, Poetry is the soil. I see life as an avocado: birth, growth and decay, If you breathe deeply, you’ll see, life’s adversity, ease and care in an avocado. The colours of poetry are to shield our eyes, from density of despair. Don’t let the weather undermine your poetic potential! The first and least crucial principle, in this case, is: Before going outside to walk your poems, wash your hair first and put on your shoes, lacing properly! Take one, peel it and see if I’m not wrong!
Fraidoon Warasta
9 August 2023
limburg
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Mookerheide, Limburg, Netherlands (floating sheep) 80x120cm Oil on canvas
18 May 2023
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Juxtaposition of moods
While drawing the spring scenery
A deviated old oak leaf
Lands on the pencil stroke
The retreated autumn memories
Emerge from their den
Taking me to an oblivious time journey
Stirring the juxtaposition of my moods
Nevertheless, there’ll always be
The melancholic burst of spring
With its colours and chirps
On the move…
Fraidoon Warasta
10 April 2023
Limburg
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Resting Heathers, Mookerheide, Limburg, Netherlands 80x100cm Oil on Canvas
May 2023
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after the shower
not only the ground will grow green
on the glass of lake
its lips will be visible.
Spring shower
caresses the back of each pear bud
where later the sun will glide and sink into its cycles,
a tiny snail will take up
its first marathon,
spring banquet
in a puddle
fraidoon warasta
21 may2021
Limburg
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forest-shoulder
-sint-jansberg
-limburg
-32x52cm
-acrylic-on-cardboard
-october-2021
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rain bucket
with bubbles,
not only
the inky night
moves forward
but also the brush strokes of
high winds above
the forest filled with
birds chirp
untouched
unbruised
unagitated
by the blows of
this facemasked event.
Here the skylark
flies through its
chant, even the
tiniest leaf is
endowed with
a touch of sun
rain bucket,
from time to time
fills the frog pond
while my cat
has his tiger-like nap
in the void of
a roof terrace
I toss walnuts
to a red squirrel
then quietly
read a line from
William Carlos Williams
fraidoon warasta
19 may2021
Limburg
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mookerheide-liburg-overlapping
-24x30cm
-acrylic-on-canvas
-1-2022
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