February 9, 2019
Beauty bends– after so many years– now old but still lives even if, on dried sticks! @ Martinforoz- February 9, 2019 [Written for Realistic Poetry […]
February 7, 2019
Full of belief, a bag hanging on his shoulder— carrying scripts of the unknown world— written in gobbledygook to sneak through the hearts, to buy a […]
January 31, 2019
The greatest of altruists, a man of heart, He tried to secure a place, in his paradise lost. Unlike Milton’s paradise, his own was full of velvet ignorance, unwilling vice— […]
January 25, 2019
All the muses absent from my literary world, I looked for the eternal lute of Apollo— to sing with no word; Tired of life, trying not […]
January 16, 2019
Shiraz wine: the Persian nostalgia— the red color, the joy, the lust, the warmth of the heart— in the coldness of a strange space, a distance […]
January 14, 2019
The joyful Past acts as a timber for the lugubrious Now— an air of bravura in coma, a kind of rapt in thought, a crippled summer […]
January 11, 2019
False piety his prey Flying in the hatred sky with the wings of anxiety, the only falcon of ungodly realm, was carrying his madness through medieval […]
January 4, 2019
With no extrasensory requirement, Mortality, innately inherited, Torn between Evil and Piety, With an infinite length of falsity, And shrinking strength; nature made my edifice […]
