the Lullaby

On this day, I sit on a bench in Beloved’s Garden With a heart full of uncertainty. With eyes looking inside With Skilled hands passionate to create,  With a hidden song in my soul, waiting for her time To be heard. Knowing all sounds in this universe are monologues. On this day, I died many…

~The Remembrance

The Remembrance, 21st Sept 2008 At the rim of eternal longing The forgotten speech of life Changing phrases. This dark void has been the womb of all my creation, endless aloneness of my eyes into forever transformation of love’s horizons. I lost all human relations For the sake of a glance exchange with the immortal…

Oasis of love -repost

My love, watch my lips moving on wounds of offering on the ground of your love as my heart ripen in wine and my soul burnt in fire of passion, They say, I long for eternal, They say, I overcome myself; I say no more, see my fire, touch my stone, see my sky and…

For the love of you

I just needed to close my eyesand hear the heaven songs.Night is over; you and Ilaughing into the sunswimming in the white streamsof happiness;as mesmerizing breezeof the Caspian sea,we merge in Light.My heart trembles with her soft liliesbefore the breaking dawn; love overflowsfrom my heart to heart of all.And I die and perish; stretch my…

The lover

Leaving old feels hard, accepting new is even harder. Your mind is a trickster, stealing the precious time, keep you in distance, never arriving, never leaving. It is exhausting, the fear of getting it wrong, to be not good enough, or worthy of what life does promise. You want love, so isn't the time to…

Soul, mine or yours

~ Soul, mine or yours ~ My soul wants to experience the adventure of being human, feel everything and be able to write poetry from depth of heart. Paint with brush of my heart and dance naked on ocean waves. My soul wants to experience others, have no judgment and opinion on how another pair…

The lover has returned

Leaving old feels hard, accepting new is even harder. Your mind is a trickster, stealing the precious time, keep you in distance, never arriving, never leaving. It is exhausting, the fear of getting it wrong, to be not good enough, or worthy of what life does promise. You want love, so isn't the time to…