Coquetry’s Whisper

There is a world, behind dream’s glance

Lines and sky’s hues set a dance

You smell like freshness’s hug

Hope this romance lasts long

No entrance to this domain; except fantasy

A trembling presence full of delicacy

A scenery’s view, residing breeze’s tear

Innocent, pure, serene, and clear

‘Where is destination?’ Petals of rebirth

‘Who is companion?’ Sunshine’s pace

‘Is love allowed?’

Yeah; by harnessing rainbow’s sword

‘Will ever occur infatuation?’

Amidst blooming’s exhalation

‘A kiss on heart’s lips’

It was flowing rhyme of peace

‘Am I awake or unconscious?’

Fallen in love with coquetry’s emergence.

Happy New Year

Nowruz caresses cheeks of heart

My perception, filled with rebirth’s light

Breeze of awakening kisses glance

Blooming silhouettes, embraced by wine of romance

Innocent petals, unconscious by dew’s charm

Love has enchanted pace by buds’ rhyme

Coquetry of blossoms, spring of dream

My essence, infatuated by freshness’s beam

Treat my lip with droplet of lightness

Honey of fantasy, full of flow’s grace

Happy New Persian Year, dear audience

Hope efflorescence be guest of your presence.

Spring’s kiss

Spring kisses soul’s paces

Harmony of hue, mistress of heart’s gaze

Subconscious enchanted by charm’s rays

Beauty knows no frustration haze

You awaited here; dawns and days

Awakening emerges with rebirth’s whispers

Within leaves, occurs reunion tears

Breeze, pregnant with blooming’s seeds.

Innocence of Beauty

Such lovely innocence of beauty

Dawn’s lips embraced by kiss of purity

An ego calls for emergence of hospitality

A lightness’s bed serving as flow of intimacy

May; here should pause, listening to rhyme of soul’s duty

Harnessing the pace of awakened curiosity

May; nature knows no direction but nobility

All I know is pristine emergence of decency

Let me flow in breeze of dream’s honey

Silk feather narrates twinkle of subconscious’s sea.

Fall’s Narration

Nobody knows the secret of fallen corpses

Brown, yellow, and red; all lie on cold bed, glancing at world with closed eyes

An ordinary scene for many, but for some it narrates life’s lessons

They disappear gradually, continuing evolution’s path, phase by phase

They get erased by nature and we forget them for months and days

Suddenly, with falling of winter’s territory, they adorn wooden silhouettes to celebrate rebirth’s tales

Thus; dear, do not get upset by defeat’s haze

Set foot in universe’s flow and, at the right moment, bloom and spray beauty, like a charming rose.