source Whenever I enter the world of books turned into poetry I begin to question and answer like a lover with innocent playfulness the threads of love become entangled and entangle me in stories where

[source] Fishes were embedded in his body as if he had vowed to live with them just as fish live with water And she too loved fish was irritated by their stench which he called fragrance They had a strange

source Dance so much that the sweat of the muscles cools the blazing flames Dance so much that... New chapters of the dance are enacted in the universe Dance so much that the entire universe is in love

source Dance that you are in the frenzy of a blazing flame Dance that you are in the breeze of the joy of burning Dance that bricks and mortar come out of your body Dance that with your cement a construction

source The breeze gently trembles around each flame No one is visible, but behind every light one feels someone's presence In the corner of the courtyard, a basil tree glistens its leaves are covered in

source Lamps are lit in the courtyard in time-worn vessels, made of clay, a little crooked, a little tired The scent of oil lingers in the air, warmth spreading across the cheeks, and in the smoke slowly

source when a child speaks with confidence, they don't speak alone they speak the future, civilization speaks And when they fall silent in fear, understand, an entire era is silenced in its very first

source Children, not the laughter and giggles in courtyards, but rather the unwritten manifestos of a future, which we, with blind ambition, are making incomplete In their eyes, are twinkling stars, glowing

source Would the birds be searching for that tree where they first built their nest? Or would the infinite sky of flight give the gift of forgetfulness? Nature forgets. Earth, sky, trees, flowers, birds

source The Conflict of Memory and Forgetfulness Will the rivers remember, the love of those drops that turned into steam and left the river's lap? Or will they forget old absences every time flowing into

source In my failures, you stand before me, but in my victories, behind me as if all the light rests on me alone Your presence is not an assurance, but proof of my existence. Your smile is the easiest

source You find communication before words, beyond words, As if language is merely the vibration of eyes and you read it like a ray of light You the tree of my life, Your roots hold my trembling ground

source Don't hide poetry in silken robes, don't load it with glittering ornaments Let it be just that like a lazy dawn which even without adornment captivates the heart Don't bind it in Sanskritic patterns,

source People say life is short. But look! It is infinite, like this blue sky Every moment demands for itself a new meaning, a new light The very withering of a flower is the value of its fragrance It

source I know when, where, and how many times I was deceived, just as history recognizes its mistakes, but embellishes them slightly while writing them Behind the glow of sweet words I saw a hidden bitter

source In childhood, it was the "uncle moon" of lullabies, the most enchanting toy of childhood, one that we didn't want to possess, but only to gaze at It is a metaphor for love clear as the

source When night cloaks itself in deep silence, and the expanse of the sky as if frozen in some invisible meditation, then it emerges white, solemn, inevitable As if the earth has pinned its brightest

source I am also fire warmth like the hearth hidden in mother's lap, comfort in winter, hard from within like the iron of a mountain In summer even the saltiness of sweat is the song of my labor My invisible

source I am the Sun on the infinite outpost of the sky, Awake sentinel On golden chariots, Measure the universe, My rays Pierce the darkness Breathe life into every particle I am fire, power and solace

source Nature flows like a river, bends like a tree, stands like a mountain. She is complete in her own dharma You too, become like that don't prove anything, don't seek elsewhere What you need is near