For my kind God

You can't imagine my delight, having a dreamy feeling of flying with a plumage with the extent of love, in the imaginary sky…

Anyone who is satiated with your look, will abandon the earth.

The kindest lover in the world! My eyes are ashamed of your generosity… till your beautiful look is the shelter of my being, the world, fortune, time and luck will be as I wish.

For you

For me, being with you was having all the cheers and goodness in the world. And solitude without you is a deep marsh. I won't forget your sympathy in times of difficulties, and your smile will forever be a calming influence on my painful mind. The recollection of your gorgeous look gives me a doleful feeling. Every day I send your soul a happy message and my heart sinks from inside. But still someone warns me from inside and says: " have patience and don't lose your reliance on God. "

Sometimes, just sometimes

Having had enough of unkindness of some people, I'm sitting on a bench in the park. The pen in my hand, I'm writing. Perhaps writing is a way of escaping from oppressive thoughts. Perhaps playing with the words, sentences and papers cause to be lost in the lane and alleys of the words and find no way to get back to the cottage of sorrow. Sometimes it's good to be lost. Be lost to forget. Sometimes silence is good. Be silent to see. Sometimes ignorance is good to be far away from the tricks of others. Sometimes it's good to go far to be away from the evils of the bad… but they are just sometimes good… sometimes recollection is good to remember the goodness of the good. Sometimes finding is good to find love in every moment of my life. Sometimes talking is good to calm down someone who's been hurt by loneliness. Sometimes understanding is good to perceive all the hidden goodness. But I'm still sitting on the bench. I'm lost not to be found by sorrow. I showed up once more for happiness to see me.

Unfaithful

I've painted the memory of your coming with my crayons, and crossed out the path of your leaving. There's no one to dictate life to me, correct my mistakes, cross out my wrong days, and make me to write down my experiences ten times.

The geography of your being has covered the outline of the sea. The fish can't reach your whereabout, let alone I. whenever I put pen to paper, my pen point used to break. And now with the least remembrance of you, my heart breaks… come and swear by my life, that you will always stay by my side.

Affection garden

I don't know what to say to you, what to write to you. Which tribe of love are you from? Who are you that your voice turns my fall into spring, breaks the glassy silence of the night, and sings a lullaby to the stars till morning. This is the tone of your voice that makes my pen dance. With you, my thought overflows with goodness. Your voice releases the bird of my heart from the cage of sorrow, and makes it fly in your affection garden. Come…

Dear

If I could collect all the roses and all the flowers so beautiful in bloom, I would stuff them all into a box, and I'd wrap them and send them to you. If I could collect all the mountains With their peaks so beautiful and high, I'd stuff them into this same box, Sent to you with so much love from I.

My friend, maryam

I love you and I miss you at this moment. It feels as though my heart has been torn out and has gone missing. It feels as though I am lost and alone all of a sudden. And that my world is upside down and inside out.

I need to write you this morning and tell you how impossible it is for me to ever stop thinking of you. I just can't ever stop thinking about you, even if I were to try my very hardest (but of course… I don’t want to because I ALWAYS LOVE thinking about you!!!).

Dear daddy

I always hold you close inside my heart. Like my heart, you are a part of me. One of the requirements I need to be alive.

My words could never tell you or even begin to describe the feelings I hold inside my heart for you. With every breath I breathe, and every day I live, I only feel more in love with you. You belong deep inside my heart.

As each day comes and goes you mean more and more to me. Having you as my father is so special that I would not change it for anything in the world. You are the reason I live, breathe, love and laugh. You mean everything to me.

You stay…

You, that very pure aspiration of mine… You, that very prettiest dream of mine… Your eyes are the peak point of my flight. You stay with me for my eyes are weary. Only you stay for I am downhearted…

You, the only balm for my pains. Stay with me for I need you… You, that only friend of my solitude, that companion of my crying days, stay with me for my hands are weary. Still call me and stay with me for my voice has broken in this silence. Still pour out your sorrows to me for I'm heavy-hearted. I miss your weary eyes.

You, the one who is tired of anything that has passed, and anything that is still going on, say this story along with me again. Maybe we write another story. Give me your hands. Maybe we get somewhere together,  where it's nights are luminous. Where the word "pain" has got no meaning there. Give me your hands. Maybe we can cross all our pains, and notice the value of each other's smile and even breath…

Only you stay with me, so that we sell all our pain and sorrows for each other's smile.

The court of love…

In the court of love… my oath was my heart, my lawyer was my heart, and the audience, a number of lovers. The judge called out my name, and declared that my crime was loving you. They sentenced me to solitude and death. Before the execution, they asked me to say my last wish. And I asked them to tell you… "I love you."