Category: Poetry

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...

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...

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 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...

Waiting and searching among the crowd for a face that is not like any other face. Conversation flows and flies from every corner. Words jump around and paint the memory of yesterday or today,...

A black bird opened its wings which were white underneath and let me read the message sent by the high winds which gushed through the valley. Do not cross roads with me. I am...

The sound of water from where it comes, to where it runs. Heaving as it passes under the bridge. Murmuring in the brook on the green. Roaring as it falls down from the height....

Why do you have to wait for the spring rain to water the red lilies? I asked the keeper? I have enough tears hidden deep in waiting to soak the dry earth so the...

Everything comes to an end the breeze whispered to the weeping willow. Our tale was the tale of unfinished words written on the walls of a dead end street ***. On an old town...