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More Great Asian Poetry with Rameeza Nasim

Short Poems



don't worry about my elderly days
the mirror never frounces
but breaks



her dolls
feeling exhausted  in her legs
sat down 
while hugging the dust 




Standing in the farthest spot of the world

Your beauty

Comes out from the frame
it's been years 
your lips are shooting question mark

And my eyes

Bleeding ….. I don’t know

Forgive me

If all these years
I have been loving u 
without your  permission


I caught lots of fish 
with a question mark
except the only one 
that was always 
dancing with me


i have shed pearl from my eyes
thought your soul would be like shell for them
now you have your own necklace
only must stack pearls up from my footprint
that never comes back





Solving the first triangular was easier




The bullet which ripped my chest
Was a sneeze of a gun
From the pollen of hatred 
I wish I could reap the wood of anger




Black people
White people
All get warm by the sun 
I picked up my eraser
and erased the lines on the map

Poems  previously published in gramma and bookend review.

Maziar Karim is a 35 year old Iranian engineer, educated at Penn State, and now lives in Tehran. He has deep experience in astronomy and has a love for arts, especially writing. He is mostly known for his quatrains, and trying to be a professional writer.

Vienna Coffee Houses


A city, where the coffee,

Is not just black or espresso

And the conversation is a streak of suaveness

And cosmopolitanism. As the river Danube leaves open

Endless possibilities, that one enclosure, one roof

One moment of glaze and gaze,

One ritual of brewing a dark beverage

And sipping her slowly, can open

A little offering of serendipity.


And under cloth canopies that rise like giant mushrooms

On narrow pavements, you jaywalk your eyes

To little disclosures of flesh, while fostering

Enough panache to be deftly stronger

Than the black coffee and richly smoother
Than the creamy milk.


And those endless possibilities that encroach

On the service-levied transaction

Of copy-pasting a smile, to cut a piece of cheesecake

On to another’s heart-plate, to waltz through

Her like a slow mug-of-coffee,

That will never grow cold on your heart,

As you waste away like a church candle,

To the fine art of morphing time


Pacing along to a frothy Viennese Latte.  

Dr Dilantha Gunawardana is a molecular biologist who graduated from the University of Melbourne. He moonlights as a poet. His poems have been accepted/published in Forage, Kitaab, Eastlit, American Journal of Poetry and Ravens Perch. He mixes science with poetry for a living, when what matters is the expression of both DNA and words into something serendipitous. Although an Australian citizen, Dilantha is domiciled in Sri Lanka, his country of birth. He blogs at - Kite Dreams


I look at death

And life born.


My hands

Arms for all.

Stretching and warm.

And I

Four seasons of the year

Falling in love.


Somewhere near to the cruet of goldfish, which doesn’t exist.

Put a pillow   for the garden afternoon sleep.

Moreover, my eyes became wormed.


And going to sleep

And death

Kisses my forehead Stealthy

And goes.


I wake up

And Life is reborn

And I call

The most romantic season of the year

In four times


I wish life were kind

Like death ... /


Mojtaba Darvishi Cohan

(more of this poet's work on the Asia Page)

Every morning

Is a smile line

Compile the world

One more time.


Mojtaba Darvishi Cohan




The incident does not announce

Like you

It comes.

It Happen

And it goes ... /


Mojtaba Darvishi Cohan

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