Through the worm hole
I often dream of a hole in time And an excitement I can barely set to rhyme For a meeting with two I hold so dear My parents: who, I fancy, I might summon here Questions are burning in my […]
I often dream of a hole in time And an excitement I can barely set to rhyme For a meeting with two I hold so dear My parents: who, I fancy, I might summon here Questions are burning in my […]
مزرع سبز فلک دیدم و داس ماه نو I spied the spangled field of stars And the sickle of the moon فکر از کشث خیش امد و هنگام درو Thoughts turned to the harvest of my life And to its […]
Gazing back through Time’s veil to a distant life in my beloved Iran, I can still catch the sound of Dodi’s unique, irrepressible laughter, ringing through Saadabad’s beautiful gardens as eloquent testament to her infectious love of life and wonderful […]
Memories of Iran You were sleeping the slumber of ages When I first saw you Behind virtue’s veil Folds caressed by zephyrs Of a golden past I loved to watch you sleeping, then My innocence and yours Reposing […]
Ghosts (The eternal pain of Exile) On the windswept plains of ancient Pars Ghosts stir from half a century’s slumber: Persian valleys, blossom-heavy boughs And Khayyam’s whispering, silver streams Persian winds scent Seychelles nights with perfumes from another life Long-forgotten […]