Arif

"I dream Of the riverIn whichI swamIn delightWhen I was A little child.I dreamOf the skies,Blue and wide,Like the eyesOf my beloved.I dream Of the trees,Tall and proud,Like the gypsyPretty maidensDanci..."

"And you say, My poetry Is beautiful: A tree That bears Delicious, Heavenly fruit From paradise. Maybe, That is true. But you are The sacred soil That embraces Its roots With your heart, The seeds Of m..."

"Black Coffee By Arif Khudairi We have not Talked much lately. Neither have Our eyes. We do not Hold hands. We do not Now smile. This cafe is A bit cold. Don't you think? What do you ..."

"With you, My flower, Who needs To look At the blossoms, Or the tulips? On your cheeks, I see Rare roses, From paradise. With you, My fruit tree, Who desires For grapes, Or for apples? Your lips are S..."

"I feel As if I ride A fast,white cloud. My home Is the world. I sleep In Delhi. I awake In Rome. My home Is the world. Although, I have not A tiny, single home. I feel As if I ride A fast,white cloud..."