Friday, October 17, 2025
The King of Diamonearts
Sunday, October 5, 2025
Descent of Two
Leather wind, checkered pulse —
I stand on the world’s last tooth.
Desert breathes below,
a silence wide as light.
She lands —
a flash of skin, a fall of trust.
We ballet on a needle’s tip,
gravity jealous of us.
We slide —
stone to sand,
sand to speed,
our bodies a blur of one.
We roll —
yin, yang, dust, dawn —
and cities rise,
forming in our wake.
Children run from nowhere.
Grass remembers how to grow.
A beach —
her skin in the sun,
my pockets heavy with enough.
Laughter, salt,
the taste of reward.
Then —
a tie, a tap, applause.
Ugly faces fall like spiked volleyballs.
A map spread wide —
hands tracing blue lines of maybe.
We build,
we build,
we build.
Thursday, September 18, 2025
Sheherazade
چون رویایی گذرا
چون ابری سبک
چون مخملی نرم
در بر میگیری.
هستیات روشنیست،
مستی و قشنگی،
با سماجتی شیرین
از پا نمینشینی.
در پیچ و خم راهها
میرقصی،
میگریی،
و با لبخندت
بر تاریکی میتابی.
ایستادهای—
کمی خمیده،
اما استوار،
بر تپهای شنی.
و هالهی حضورت
اعتمادیست به ثبات؛
خورشید همیشه درخشان،
شهرزاد.
The Soloist
Blue suit,
voice on fire—
yet my eyes
won’t hold.
A nymph drifts near,
we rise,
air-borne,
a dance of ease.
Mask of chrome,
stage of light,
hands find
horn,
string,
wood.
One note—
I cannot miss.
Saturday, September 13, 2025
دعوت
بیا خطر کنیم
تا از خطر گذر کنیم
بیا رشد کنیم
تا بازی را خبر کنیم
بیا با هم باشیم
تا دوری را به سر کنیم
بیا یکی شویم
تا جدایی را به در کنیم
بیا خطر کنیم
تا از هراس، حذر کنیم
Thursday, September 11, 2025
Eclipse
When the autumn leaves start to fall
And the cold winds start to howl
I think of you and your smile
Of how your eyes carry the weight of stars
Of how your presence used to make me whole
and of how your silence is tangled to my soul
For when its winter and nature starts to freeze
I can still close my eyes and wait for the breeze
To bring your scent from across the seas
That mates with the seedlings inside my tears
So Instead of loving you every day and night
I’d have a child of my own to think about
Years will pass and when he’s in bloom
I’ll look into his eyes and see that gloom
That you had in your hair back in the day
The same thing that made you and I stay away
To have love but choose to look at it from afar
To not be that shooting star
But to sit under the beautiful sky
And watch the celestials passing us by
As if the heavens themselves conspire
To teach the heart what it refuses to desire
The stars shimmer with a truth we cannot hold
A fire too bright for hands too cold
Yet in their light, your absence blooms like a rose
Thorned and radiant, in the garden only fate knows
To love, and turn aside, is a subtle crime
Hidden in the quiet music of time
And still, I bow to it – the beauty, the ache
Knowing some flames are too pure to break