My own Poetry
Most of them speak about basic human things: love, despair, pain, and joy.
Since I met HIM, the great Beloved, I haven't written anything.
I cannot find words, which are adequate to express, what now has taken place in me. Maybe HE will give back to me the tongue of poetry. "Allah Kerim".
When I was boy, I dreamed of finding a word, with which I could "set the Thames on fire". I took word after word to kindle it, I used them as torches, but they only burned out.
Now I don't think or work in that direction any more , although I believe, it is possible, that a word like this exists.