Category: Poetry

I am searching, through the crowded streets. Someone is waiting for me. Someone who speaks my language. Someone whom I don’t have to explain where I have been before now. Before I got lost...

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. site inside my heart. A heart which was once beating with thunderous joy at the sight of you. Now, a strand of a grey hair here, wrinkles under the eyes there. The...

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...

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

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 a tale written on the bricks of a dead-end street, ***. On an old town where the keeper had...