Every light turns to darkness,
every sound to silence...

Between madness and sanity
between past and prospect...

Engrossed in whiteness
rolling down from snow fall to...

He serenades still
there under the window of...

Why does everything come with its matching wing?
understanding is another version of satisfaction...

Idiot: " Come on, look into my glasses
and see how clear the world would turn...

We immerse in on another
We drown in one another's thirsts...

With you I'm begun,
no more a phantom...

Oh, how fragile are the soundless beauties,
Blemish brambles...

Right there
garden unfurls itself...

She always dances from the navel of her skirt!
Horizons are always very...

To: Ahmad Shamloo
I wonder...