Lost

In east Tehran or as far as Rome
Lonely heart will find this poem

Like a gentle breeze
That on a quaint evening finds a motionless tree

Like a reckless rain drop
That visits Bloomington, meets a parched summer crop

Like a man running fifteen minutes late
Only to wondrously turn up 5 minutes before the date

A lonely heart will find this poem like this
To spend a few seconds when he ceases to miss..

Poem for some other day

i dont like this poem too much
it gives away a bit too much
like who i am and who i wish to be
what is it some day that i wish to see
it hides nothing at all
like a life that has come to a total halt
exposing me in front of all the glare
and all i do is stand and stare
for i havent learnt yet
how to smile or react
it happens and keeps happening
a little water above the head and i begin grappling
all i hope is to fly in sky, open and flat
not sure why they say i need to learn to swim before that

Spontaniety

spontaniety
and that's only me
one self, too many
one that you shall never see
rest assured
cuz it's the one that i cant be
obscure wishes into the sun
like the paper exposed and burn
i let all of it into the summer
the only place the winter could find a cover
no one searces
no one reaches
i shout
but no one hears
and i lay alone drowned in fears
of passing by undiscovered
but guess its okay...