My Children
The syllables of your names fills my heart with love. It is with much pride and jubilation that I remember the paths you crossed from childhood to the adolescent in this land, which was...
The syllables of your names fills my heart with love. It is with much pride and jubilation that I remember the paths you crossed from childhood to the adolescent in this land, which was...
Date: unknown I searched her eyes And Particles of an old sob Rained on the floorboards Of the hostel Where the young Refugee girl Who fled from the Jungle On top of a lorry...
If I were half a century younger I would not shy away from falling in love with the most handsome guy who stole my heart as he walked past by me through that narrow...
A poem written by Saeed Mobasher, winner of Jaleh Esfahani poetry competition Translated from Farsi by Rouhi Shafii Impossible Impossible was thinking of travelling into the future no one speaks of us into the...
The southern, angry thunder gushes through the valley. The mountain peak looks down to trace the footsteps of the words where they got lost in the folds of paper. The words which wrote the...
I was walking down memory lane and your strides cut through the silence of time. A white dove flew past the cloudy path The murmur of voices were heard no more. A drop of...
Perhaps I go back to the beginning and rename the road or erase the memory of destination altogether. Perhaps I sit at the edge of the river where water gushes from the unknown and...
You wanted to jump in and sail into the unknown over the waves of the moment. And I stood still thinking how can you be so close to me and so faraway? You stood...
What if I hadn’t departed so fast and waited for the first spring and the daffodils to bloom? What if love hadn’t been erased from the memory of the garden? What if I had...
You walked away from me and the scent of your lips lingered in the rose garden aimlessly. Then your eyes, those deep grey eyes looked back to find the memory of a gaze which...