hear the duet of
your question and the silence...

It was in the apple of your eyes
that Newton saw the design of universe...

to Kaveh and the stars of his eyes.
It was a Sunday sunny afternoon...

My father's anniversary:
((there was a swan pond in our way to the hospital...

A pussycat jumped over the moon
soon she realized the moon was nothing...

Thus, whispered an hourglass in my ears:
No rock would ever survive the onslaught of time...

A dandelion was yielding to its yawn
on the fluffy mattress of sunshine...

An straight arrow
the strength and reach of my aims...

I brimmed mine with wine
but only your empty glass...

All the night
sea...

Unripe grapes ripe in my mouth
when you kiss me...

From the bottles of the forworn memories
that on the counter I amass...