Worshipping in everywhere in a rose leaf
or in a celebration of the day in a drop of water...

The fruit to die for:
The apple of neighbour’s bough...

Love brings every side of wounds together
and sew through them with pang...

I love and you leave
Then...

I was ready to share
all my soul with you...

A black butterfly
sprinkling the dust of its flutter...

What we are born in them as identities
are never as shameful as...

Darkness like mirrors
echoes all our intentions...

I am he who built the Persepolis,
Babylon, the wall of china...

Whiteness in my heart
I avalanche from winter...

Absolute
is the silence of a canvas...

Upon the perspective of the oppressive past,
the fragments of bygone prospects...