Living in Exile

Years after years, I packed and unpacked my share of belongings… Today I only left with my heart and Soul. And a choice to breathe in exile and still be happy… repost The woman, Has been sitting Under a shower of rain, On an empty bench Having a meeting with A shadow of her past….

To my beloved land, Iran

People see us together, Call our names loud, Lovers, seeker of a hidden corner, To make love. Only the sun knows, We are only strangers, Live and walk in exile, On the unmarked path We are crusaders of the light. Fire, Bind us together, Where no land, Has the power Or authority to accept and…