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Farsi Couplet: Agar firdaus bar roo-e zameen ast, Hameen ast-o hameen ast-o hameen ast. English Translation: If there is a paradise on earth, It is this, it is this, it is this
I want to have a romance so grand, it would have made Shakespeare fumble for words.
all the wordsall the poems know my warm, soft spots.
Humans by nature are promiscuous. Loyalty is an aberration!
A rain like melting pillows…a rain so beautifulI could neverhave let go ofif not certainthat someday...it would find its wayinto my poem.
Whatever you get out of poetry - take it. take it. take it. Words are better off felt than understood.
What you are trying to let go of...is already gone.
give mea pillow of strongever-dependable shouldersthat i can bury my head in.
all my lifei have looked for poemsto elope with.
the saddest thing is to bea minute to someone, when you've made them your eternity.
i am infinitely yearningbrimmingand overflowingin wordsi discoverit’s another wayfor meto be in tears.
violent storms. and beautiful smiles. both have electricity. both are equally destructive in nature.
Scatter as a prayerescaping my lips...as orchidsblooming in clouds.
Life is uncertain.Today you get a rose.Tomorrow you feel the thorns.But the end result is red, always!!
Sometimes the rainfallsjust for you and meto be the violinplaying in the backgroundof our loneliness's song.
and the afterglow...of your gaze...is the onlysweater that I need.
love wounds me with soft pillows with tender lips and fingers
I breathe in...the silenceof my own heartaching with tendernesswith memories..Of home.
This winter, there will be no voices, no glimpses, no arms.only the fabric of poetry, to keep me warm.
leave me some musicthat’s chocolate for the heart.
your handtouching mine.this is howgalaxiescollide.
may this poetrybe the homeyou will someday come back to.
One clear moment, one of trance One missed step, one perfect dance One missed shot, one and only chance Life is all...but one fleeting glance.
I wish to stay drenchedforeverin those rain-blue eyesin those...soul-reaching crystalsnot moving a musclenor breathingjustsavoringthis turquoise acheagainst my heart.
We are the children of a womb.Yet we differentiate each other, On color, creed and the sizes of our tombs!!
A community that engages readers and culturally enabled people to connect, support and harness intellectual and cultural capabilities.
poetrymelts my bones.enters my blood.and changesits composition.
And stay, my dearstay...forever, as my quiet song, in my lilac dawn.
The time is ripe for young Indian authors writing in the English language.
The internet in general and social networking sites in particular are making people more reclusive than social.
Once in a while i am struckall over again... by just how blue the sky appears .. on wind-played autumn mornings, blue enoughto bruise a heart.
There is no man who is enterprising and keeps well up with the times but confesses that the women of to-day are in every respect, except political liberty, equal to the men.
i writebecauseit is the only wayi can reach you.
this heart yearns...for the salt of unsmelt airunswept thunderstorms...unknown adventures.
If I began to drawmyself away from youwe’d still be liketwo mixed colors of paintimpossible to separate.
To fall in love with someone's thoughts - the most intimate, splendid romance.
Civilians enjoy their time because soldiers sacrifice their time.
how these words, wait to diein the arms of all the poetry..yet to be written.
May the nights always be aglowwith the bliss of the daywith unharmed hands and feetand kissed cheeks.
Love me...with all the abandonof a sudden wild rain.
There is a moon, that rests in the quiet cornersof a lover’s lips.
Uniform of a soldier and uniform of a student both are equally needed for the nation.
When you have power and use it for destructive purpose: you don't deserve it.
When it's possible for you to dream, it's not impossible to achieve.
Poetry keeps mein a highly drunken stateof divinity.
for those memories are nowjust like these little kittensI hold in my handsthose can be kissedand treasuredbut not held too tightly.
you wereand always will bethat first ever touchto have fertilizedthe groundbeneath my life’s treesthat first ever roseto have fragrancedthe rest of my memories.
it was the kind of moonthat I would want to send back to my ancestorsand gift to my descendantsso they know that I too, have been bruised...by beauty.
You put cow dung on my face?’ ‘Every day religiously until you were three. Why else do you think your skin is so clear?