
“At last, we all die with a lie” I heard someone say Rotting to dust in the dark dungeons of nostalgia; nothing left of my … Read More ›
“At last, we all die with a lie” I heard someone say Rotting to dust in the dark dungeons of nostalgia; nothing left of my … Read More ›
من از ادوار دور می آیم. من از منارهای بی سؤالِ عمود از کودن کهن سنگ های صبور بی اعتنا گذشته ام من ازچشم های … Read More ›
یادمان نرود باید با هم قراری بگذاریم همسفر جایی را به خاطر بسپاریم برای همیشۀ مان پلۀ پنجاه و هفتم پارک سنگی؟ موزۀ فرش؟ … Read More ›
I cannot bear to be reborn and live this life all over again I am not afraid of living its tedious bore craving in vain … Read More ›
Knees are to kneel in front of your God, if you are a believer confessing to a sacred grave in someone’s heart you casually desecrated … Read More ›
This poetical work in Persian language by Behrooz Ghorbanian, is a critical dialogue with the Iranian culture caught on the cross roads of modernity and … Read More ›