Freedom Self Test

We are all slaves! Even you, you brave! We are all slaves! All but with degrees. You want to measure, Your degree of slavery, I have a self test, It works for any race. Life is too short. So the extend, You are free of slavery Is that, the ratio You have control on Your …

You know nothing of love, you said

You lie in peace , fast asleepDrowned in dream, so deep As if you don't have any newsThe troubles you always refuse World and so many men you setOn fire, you might not know  yet Love you sell around the worldStill you don't buy, a single word What use of love when inaccessibleI asked in flash, …

I want no judges

Some call it loveSome call it  lust...I want no judgesIt's full of joys

You should’ve been honest

Hesitation is not an excuse To let her go into a grey way You should've been honest With the love or the other way Painting:acrylic on stretched canvas

Never trust your own judgment

The world as you see Might be different in reality The sight as you see Might be distorted dramatically Never trust your own judgment Until no prejudice in your mentality

The boat is ready, the route is known

The boat is ready The route is known Toward the destination Toward the final goal This is the excuse Most of us make To kill the time Avoiding the first step. Painting: acrylic on stretched canvas

Failure is failure even in last steps

When you fail It doesn't matter It's the last stepsYou can see the destination But you can't go on. Painting: acrylic on stretched canvas

What I dreamt, what I have

I dreamt that you only Sit next to me on the bench On that far corner in park But look what I have now You are lying in my arms.

The world is beautiful, but it’s core is dark

There are so many things Thanks to good hearts They bring life to living Kindness they're spreading This is the common trend Love isn't at an end That's about the public But they don't command The rule is now in hands Who have no hearts The world is beautiful But it's core is dark Painting …

Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam – What is my guilt, my destination set like this

Another translation of a rubaie from Omar Khayyam. In this rubaie, Omar blames his fates and suggests that the heavens determine his destination from the very beginning: the day of creation. The original poem in Persian is like this: آنروز که توسن فلک زین کردند و آرایش مشتری و پروین کردند این بود نصیب ما …