During sleepless nights
Sometimes I was afraid of sleep
Because to some extent
It was like death.
But unbearable the pang
I murmured sleep !,sleep !
I did not know
When I slept.
When woke up in the morning
I felt the satisfaction
Of the sleep I had.

Late this moonlit  night
I am sitting at the sill
of the window opened
dreaming of the past.
Oh, unknown flutist,
of the day long gone
now play your flute
to the charming tune
once I heard
in such a night.

Naked at the back
My sister didn't know how to
dance ballet
***** passing through the small yellows
reminding me of the greenness of the park
glittering in my eyes
Will I loose my dreams ?
It's not delightful
Not delightful as the sliding from a slide
With no grass
Your hair used to be blonde
I don't laugh
My sister didn't know how to dance ballet
Forgive me mum
I've lost my drawing book...
Colored pencils cannot be painted
My hair was not blonde
My doll never has eyes

...از پشت لباسی ندارد
خواهرم بلد نبود باله برقصد
سبزی پارک را به خاطرم می اندازند
وقتی توپ ها
از زردی های کوچک می گذرند
در چشمانم می درخشند
خواب هایم را گم خواهم کرد!؟
لذت پایین آمدن
از سرسره ها را نمی دهد
چمن ندارد
موهایت روشن بود
من نمی خندم
خواهرم بلد نبود باله برقصد
مامان
منو ببخش
دفتر نقاشی ام را
...گم کردم
مداد رنگی ها رنگ نمی شوند
موهایم روشن نبود
...عروسک من که هیچوقت چشم نداشت

Wishing for the rainbow everyday
Your hands be beautiful
To see my eyes
To kiss my skirt
I don't like my feet...

من هر روز رنگین کمان را آرزو می کنم
دست های تو زیبا باشد
چشم های مرا ببیند
دامنم را ببوسد
...من پاهایم را دوست ندارم

Once there was vernal sunshine all around
With plants and blooms in color and scent abound
Butterflies here n’ there and from all corners unseen
Flitted back and forth in iridescent sheen

Birds sang tuneful songs of contentment
Squirrels and bunnies hopped in spirits buoyant
But all along now I see trees, leafless and bare
Nakedly shivering in winter’s chilly air
      
Even when the Earth adorns in full glory
Here I bide alone, so dull and dreary
Oh! Dear! Why have you so hurriedly left me?
Was it to make me drift aimless in this turbulent sea?

We were once a happy pair of doves
Seeking warmth under each other’s wings
By sundown, we flew to our evening nest
Under temple spires, we sought easeful rest

We walked the meadows, gathering spring flowers
We roamed aimless through ocean strands
We watched life’s ceaseless ebb and flow
We waited eager to grab life’s evanescent glow

We knew sorrow’s depth and worth
Each morn, for us, was love’s rebirth
We walked close to paths supernal
And lived ever in love eternal

Now I have lost the rhyme n’ rhythm of life
I see the world around with sorrows rife
I am a broken reed far beyond repair
With no songs to be played now or ever

Once we danced to the rising and lilting measure
Each synchronized step, we took with such pleasure
Oh! I hear from far, your anklets rhyme and chime
They ring in my ears through the time

Each wayside flower to me recalls your lovelorn face
The wind swayed lilacs reflect your grace
Deep in silent night the odor of your flowing hair
Comes wafting, and for a while, I feel you near

A boundless emptiness often fills my space
The question –‘What next’ stares at my face
Yet never shall I yield, but shall bravely sail
Hoping, we together shall meet at the Golden Dale

Everyday, we meet
In the same smog of a city’s ignorance.
My right hand stays
Raised - in farewell or salute?

I feel not a little ridiculous
A man of flesh and blood
Poured into a concrete
Shell and painted gold

Stuck in the middle of
A thoroughfare and
Given my own road,
Roundabout and
Peeing spots for dogs and men.

I turned a 100 recently
In potential earthly years
And so, I got a spa treatment
Of poems and posies
From my undead enemies

Everyone had a fable
To share about my
Supposedly wonderful life.

While, I, the scriptwriter
Of many a horror tale,
Continued to play mute witness
To my never-ending death

As I waited to meet you again
In the same smog of a city’s ignorance.

in passing of time,
as we grow old,
as i learned the wisdom
of the good and bad
in the rhythm of life
i stood still -
  in pause,
       waiting
              in silence.
at a passing thought
you'll never know
what's out there -
uncertain in most
                      cases.
in beating the odds
a step yet to have taken
    i only took a detour
for a time, just for a short while
yet I wouldn't have imagine
years has passed never did
i take a step...