Infancy talked to me various languages, switching
Tonalities for different melodies, to be learnt.
Naturally acquiring the discernment, recognising
Faces and voices to choose applicable native tongues.
English with my father, whose name echoed as Plato,
Iranian with my mother, … CONTINUE READING »
Smithereens
unfurling smithereens
of retrospections
stitched to mend
fragmented derelict
sails.
[Featured painting: Sailing by Olga Schibli @saatchiart]… CONTINUE READING »
Permission to reminisce
Whenever I allow myself to think of love, my mind runs
To the chambers where secret memories are stored,
In sealed chests, on high unreachable shelves, deterring me
From opening, dreaded Pandora boxes, stripped of hope.
Yet sometimes the endeavour … CONTINUE READING »
Being You
Granted the sense of sight, I see
What you see, reflections of light, between
Infrareds and ultraviolets, a little portion
Of the electromagnetic spectrum, unhidden
To our vision, only guessing the wonders of X
And Gamma rays, while playing with … CONTINUE READING »
Sheltered
Sheltered in deep abysses, enveloped
By the soft touch of translucent salted fluids,
Voluptuous fluctuating bodies of enthralling creatures
Inhabit the unscathed aquatic spheres, impishly enjoying
The uncountable marvels of spirited marine existence.
Secret currents carry turtles migrating ten
Thousand … CONTINUE READING »
Inexistent emptiness
In darkness the absence of light sparkles
Man’s reflection on notions of nothingness.
Empty space ultimately devoided of purpose
As space unhosting objects loses function.
Empty minds deprived of thoughts and imagination,
Unable of creation. Empty bodies ceasing to pump… CONTINUE READING »
Storing Truth
As a child I struggled many a time
With notions of rights and wrongs,
Searching in the voice of parents
Through approval and scolding
Lessons to identify misconducts.
As an adolescent I began to challenge
Conventional behaviours striving
To find … CONTINUE READING »
Vessels
We surprise ourselves with the ability to feel
Emotions run so deep in our veins, swallowing
Us into the abysses of irrationality, casting
Us throughout oceans filled with promises,
High hopes and expectations, dreams of wild
Currents tearing us apart, … CONTINUE READING »
My black strong never lover
From my thoughts to my lips and in my veins,
I am sickly besotted with you. Without you
I’m in pain. I crave for you from dawn to dusk,
Finding relief only in my slumbers, when I dream
Of others, … CONTINUE READING »
Babel Thoughts
Anthropology suggests there was a time
When no communication was spoken by men,
Merely embryonic sounds to express
Primitive thoughts, until development called
For evolution to inspire, words holding meaning.
Religion narrates archaic stories of Babel,
Of a common tongue … CONTINUE READING »