Moments

Could we open an intimate conversation Without fear or resistance To reflect, to unfold, to accept and let go To let our life become a vast, boundless and abundant place to meet truth, love and peace, moment to moment. Could we look into each other’s soul and before calling another “You” before blame and guilt…

New poem, autumn in memory lane

Another autumn day, Walking alone in memory lane of my dreams; Getting closer to the day My soul arrived on earth. Getting far from the taste of your lips. My beloved; tips of my fingers Are colored by ink of love Writing you endless love letters; That never be sent; never be opened. It is…

Storm

Where all these will lead?! The storm of change Un-root living trees of pain bedded inside the poet’s heart; mirrors are breaking; clouds are moving forward. Landscapes of change gives you everything you need To begin a new life, a fresh heart And new land and soil to plant faithful roots Filled with water and…

Twin flames, the sacred love

You are my everything, My hums, my moans, My little love notes Beside our one pillow, All my doings in small or large doses are my earthy ways to seduce you. Bring you into form Another me, just right inside my heart, just right next to my body, my one soul. So, We both live…

From desert to turquoise ocean

In the heat of desert, Who sees the shine of gold, Who seeks an ocean all,there, is heat, Is unknown. Is there any water or a tree? Where is home? Blue is just a reflection of sky In my thirsty eyes. And green, the soundless waiting For the next morning light. In the heart of…

A beautiful girl…another me

I would love to live, In a different me, Like a quiet stream, Hold my inner child, And swim in eternal dream. Fall into the ocean’s tide Follow the rhythm of heart, Journey below the surface, Unfold the unturned psyche At the edge of light, Make a peace with a shadow within. I would love…

Living in Exile

Years after years, I packed and unpacked my share of belongings... Today I only left with my heart and Soul. And a choice to breathe in exile and still be happy... repost The woman, Has been sitting Under a shower of rain, On an empty bench Having a meeting with A shadow of her past.…