با حالتی مسرورُ مغرور

                              مستُ خرامان

از کنارم رفتی انگار نه انگار

من در کنار تو

فریادم بلند،

افسوس کز جنس مادّه ای

زیبایی ام را

         نمی بینی این چنین؟

اشک شوق احترامم را

                   آنچنان نامهربانانه

                                    له کردی

هستی ولی رفتی

                   دریغ امّا

                              که نشناخته رفتی

این چنین سرگشته و مجنونم انگار

                                          خواب می بینی

                                                               بلی

زندگی زیباستُ من زیبا تر از آن

همچنان در این فضای تو خالی

                                      روانم...

تقدیم به "ف" زندگیم که هیچ گاه نفهمید وقتی حرف از"عشق" می زدم چه می گفتم...

Who am I?

What am I doing here?

Who are these people around me?

Why do I feel this way?

Who knows what they are doing here?

Who cares?

Am I not the only person who's got such feelings?

Why have I been given such an opportunity to live?

Why did/do I have to face many problems and difficulties?

Who am I supposed to be?

Why do I feel such big need within me?

Who is supposed to make me whole?

The whole life of mine has been a search for meaning and purpose.

It is the second time I have been completely defeated to death.

It is the second time that it feels like I've lost everything I had achieved.

It is the second time my inner love has been murdered.

Maybe it's because of my "Great expectations".

I got no idea what to do nor how to solve the problem…

Why do I have to break into hundreds of pieces all the time?

It's not the matter of time. It is only the matter of intense.

Am I not wasting everything I have?

Am I not deceiving myself?

What am I doing here and what am I supposed to do?

From early moments of the morning when I open my eyes to the last moments of the night when I close them, I have only one unique feeling. It is the main purpose of my being.

It is Love.

There is no specific beloved. There is just love; beauty and joy.