kamand-kojouri

You know how it goes:at some point in your life, you fell in love with someone and had a glimpse of God.Then you abandoned life and loverand started celebratingyour love for God.

I long for the day when I hear the musicwithout any song.

I see them and they see me but the lovers _ we recognise one another: there is light in our eyes.

You have no choice. You must leave your ego on the doorstep before you enter love.

Poetry is jealous of you tonight, for as soon as I come to pen a few words, your perfume attacks me in the most civilised manner and I forget myself. I forget the poem. I forget the ...

I only wrote prose before I met you. My musings were superfluous and serious as well. But now the words dance with me. I sing with them and we create poetry.

If I had to choose between all the books in the world and you, then I would choose to read your body for the rest of my life.

Every book has to wait for the right time to be read and understood.

String theory makes sense to me because the universe is a symphony that creates harmony with the vibration of our strings.

The first time I heard you laugh, I only wanted to say funny things so you would always be laughing. You know what happens to chocolate when you leave it out in the sun? I__ that unfortunate chocolate and you, you are the laughing sun. For this reason, I am offering myself to you not as a martyr or some selfless fool, but as a self-indulgent moth who actively pursues the light without much fear for the flame. The moth who revels in the heat and declares: Burn me.

I wonderif you ever read my poemsand wish they were writtenfor you.

Two things are needed to raise awareness: education and love. And these go hand in hand because we can be taught to love.

An act of violence, no matter how small, can never be justified if it can be avoided.

I write to understand what I know.

I began to write because of love. I wrote to understand what I felt and what I knew.

Do not give them a candle to light the way, teach them how to make fire instead. That is the meaning of enlightenment.

I spent all nightweaving a poem for you to wear. You look so beautifulwhen you wear my light.

Sometimes, when inspiration runs dry, I drink classical music until my words spill out.