I am searching

through the crowded streets. Someone is waiting for me. Someone who speaks my language. Someone who I didn’t have to explain where was I before now? Before I got lost and never found my...

Today of all days

in this grey, chilly day, I went past the street which was once shared by me and you, and the children of course. Those lovely souls, who are children no more. The hum of...

Roundabout of Love

Take root. Look inside my heart, that was once beating with thunderous joy. Now, A strand of a grey hair here, wrinkles under the eyes there. The feet that no longer run swiftly as...

Don’t Know

Don’t know when did we become strangers? or why or how? All that is registered in my clouded memory is the smile whithered, the door shut, and the memory of closeness faded into the...

In loving memory of my friend, mehri jafari Come back from the cold The finality is not the final when you envelop your hands around my face to see the reflection of your smile...