Heavenly Bird

There are lovers content with longing. I’m not one of them. -Rumi Burn me in Fire of Truth, scatter my dust into wind. In my nothingness, I see everything. Listen, hear the poem humming in my silence. I have lived a full Circle, in love I shall disappear. Longing was a smoke of this burning…

GATE GATE PARA GATE…

I am a delirious mysticKeep bettingwith the Big guy in skyKeep losingthe shadow garment to light.I sufferWhen I winI smileWhen I lose.I lose most of the time,When I put my hand in my pocketStrangely I always findA stone, or a seed,a marble or a leaf.How could it beWhen I am most vulnerable,I am the happiest…

The Chasms of everything

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…

Beyond illusion love flows

Everything speaks of you. All seen and unseen speak of your internal dialogue, how thoughts and feelings associates in your body and consciousness.  It can be overwhelming to see the possibility of living in a room with mirrors everywhere. Only reflections of who you think or feel you are. And it is gets heavy to…

Story of now

Story of now My physical reality sits on a sofa, sip on her Turkish coffee, looking at sky and moving clouds. It is 8.30am in Tehran, another warm day of summer. IPad is playing a song and as my attention moves between melody and silence, my non physical reality travels through feelings, time and space…

Human relations

~On human relation Are relationships magnify our beings or  in their reflections we arrive to our own essence? We born into and from awakening journey, encountering edges of growth disguised in relations, humans, animals, earth and nature, all dreams within a moment of discovery. How far we travel to meet ourselves? To cross lands of…

I won’t return to anywhere, without you…

~To my twinsoul ~ Day begins In an ordinary way, City wakes up With a sound of a broom, followed by anxious people steps. My heart wakes up In dream of you, There is a stream Full of wanting Flow in my veins. My poems are not strong enough To carry the ache inside my…