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The Question----------Haloo by Salehi, Pashang
In the silence of the wind-------Haloo by Salehi, Pashang
Who am I--------------Haloo by Salehi, Pashang
Butterfly---------------Haloo by Salehi, Pashang
Shadow of the wind---Haloo by Salehi, Pashang
QUOTE ME RUMI------Haloo by Salehi, Pashang
The Pain Train---------Haloo by Salehi, Pashang
Without me------------Haloo by Salehi, Pashang
Where am I going-----Haloo by Salehi, Pashang
Samara Part 1 --------Haloo by Salehi, Pashang

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Who am I--------------Haloo

                       Who am I? 
Once I was a man, working in my field
     Thinking of comfort, what comfort it would yield.
I was working hard, from early early dawn
     Until the nightfall, when all the lights were gone.
In my bed at night, I dreamt of the sky
     I changed into bird, I broke the cage to fly.
I flew in my dream, thinking of extreme 
     Searching to find love, making life supreme.
I stretched both my wings, dreaming of spring
     Dancing in the sky, learning how to sing.
In my dream as a bird, my day turned to night
     I slept on a tree, dreaming with no fright. 
On a tree that night, I dreamt of a man
     Sleeping in his bed, dreaming all he can
That man left his mark, from morning until dark  
     Got tired of his pain, he fell asleep in park. 
He slept again so fast, to escape from his past
     One more dream of joy, hoping to see at last.
He changed again in rage, to bird that flew from cage
     Drunken from morning dew, garden became his stage.
Until he fell asleep, once more as bird so deep
     He dreamt again as man, who cries himself to sleep.
I know you’re confused, or maybe a bit amused
     Perhaps I am that bird or man that is confused.

12/24/2015   

Copyright © Pashang Salehi | Year Posted 2015

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QUOTE ME RUMI------Haloo

QUOTE ME RUMI

Plant me in the garden next door
           I don’t want to be a man no more. 
I don’t want to have pain in me
           I don’t want to be me with me.
I don’t want to see the world as such
           Sorrow, hunger, unjust too much
I want to kiss the breeze at night
           Running away from the pain and plight 
I want to bloom colors and dyes
           Seeing the world with less despise
I want to bathe in rain and dew
           Immerse myself in love, renew
I want to feed the birds and bees
           Be the reason for lovers, to please
I don’t want to be a man no more
           and do the things that I've done before.

11/28/15      Haloo
“Yesterday I was clever, so I wanted to change the world. Today, I am wise, so I am changing myself” Rumi

Copyright © Pashang Salehi | Year Posted 2015


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Broken mirror---------Haloo

Broken mirror 
In a beautiful moon light night,
	when the moon was fully bright,
I dreamt that a glow sparkling and white,
	getting more power, blinded my sight.
Closer and closer into my pain,
	into my body and into my vein,
stepping on my garden of youth,
	it showed me fruits of wisdom and truth.
Dragging me across a valley of rain,
	showered me softly, washing my sane.
It showed the autumn in a golden leaf,
	hanging from a branch with tears and grief.
Hanging tightly in a stormy night,
	losing the  battle, losing the fight.
Asking and begging for one more chance,
	there was no music, no one to dance.
There is no mirror on my wall,
	spring and summer turned to fall.

Haloo
1/ 2014 

Copyright © Pashang Salehi | Year Posted 2015


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Where am I going-----Haloo

Where am I going?

Where am I going? There is no sign.
     There is no body to make sunshine.
There is nobody that I can trust.
     There is no proof that can be just.
There is no desire, there is no game.
     There is nobody but me to blame.
There is no death, there is no grave.
     There is no power, in order to save.
The place that I am going, where is this place?
     Nothing seems real to leave a trace.
There is no trace, there is no clue
     They promised heaven without they knew. 
I am so lost within my mind 
     Nothing but pain kept me confined.

Haloo
10/2015

Copyright © Pashang Salehi | Year Posted 2015


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Who is knocking at my door



Who is knocking at my door?
     How much longer to ignore?
How much longer to pretend?
     No more power to defend.
I am hiding in my room.
     No more courage to assume.
No more courage when you are old.
     No more summer, only cold.
Who is knocking on my door?
     Silence speaks, words ignore.
Living, frightened not knowing why?
     Certain not certain, living or die.
Hiding in darkness not seeing light,
     better for a blind, living at night. 
Where is my courage? Gone with age!
     Over and over flew from cage.
As often as I have done before;
     Not knowing who is knocking my door?
Why like a child crawl and hide,
     under the shadows, saving my pride.
Who is the one knocking again?
     Causing my world shatters with pain.
Opening the door not knowing who;
     Nothing is clear, what can I do?
Turning the knob fearful and daze
     cannot find a way out of this maze.
I opened the door and saw the light;
     No longer darkness filling the night.
My son was knocking, knocking the door
     Love makes sunshine fully restore.
Happy, laughing, no more pain,
     No more sadness, or complain.
If the puzzle is resolved,
     All problems will be solved.

Haloo
10/2015

Copyright © Pashang Salehi | Year Posted 2015


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Without me------------Haloo

                                       Without me ...

Nothing seems real, I am, without me.
      Alone and frightened, I am, without me.
My beloved me, left me one night.
      I looked in the mirror, me was not in sight.
I remember it well, when me and I were one.
      What happened to me, when oneness has been gone?
Me, and I in love, we had the same soul.  
      Cheek to cheek with me, two halves makes a whole.
I was seducing me, me ran away.
      What happened to I, when me no longer stay.
My me is gone from me. I am alone and lost.
      One day I’ll become. a lonely lonely dust.


Haloo
10/2015

Copyright © Pashang Salehi | Year Posted 2015


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The Bubble------------Haloo

The bubble 

I’m a bubble, bubble of air;
	Deep in the ocean, fully aware.
Darkness my cover, cold and sad;
	Covering my soul, making me mad.
Who deserves this much loneliness?
	In the dark ocean of the emptiness.
Months have passed, years have gone;
	One day I woke up,and saw the Sun!
Love at first sight, was indeed.
	You plant your love, I grow the seed.
Darkness turns to beautiful light
	Color of sunshine a golden white.
How blind I was yesterday?
	Not knowing the light of today.
Sweet like the honey breeze at dawn;
        Taste of sunshine, glorious sun.
Love is a gift, a gift of sight;
	It lets you see, in the darkest night.
Light is love, love is warm;
	If you have it, trust the storm!
It felt lighter with warmth of love;
	caused me to fly, like a golden dove.
Higher and higher into the cloud,
	Thousands of lovers form a crowd.
Love and sunshine are both complete;
	The heart of this bubble started to beat.
Thousands of bubbles ready to burst;
	Dying from waiting, dying of thirst.
Seeking the source of silver and gold;
	The secret of Love will fully unfold.
If you are dark from lack of the light;
	Remember me, I escaped the night.
Ask and listen to what’s new to you;
	Follow and trust, if you are blue.
If I end up in th dark and deep,
	I promise you, not to cry nor weep.
Love is a gift, a gift of sight;
	It lets you see in the darkest night.
Love is light and light is warm.
	If you got it, trust the storm.



Haloo        2/8/2011

Copyright © Pashang Salehi | Year Posted 2015


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In my memories------Haloo

In my memories…

In my memories, I am lost
      How do I remember who to trust?
What else is there? But storm;
      Hot and cold, never warm.
How can I find it when is gone?
      Spring was brief, gone with dawn.
How do I remember such and such?
      Pain in my body, much too much
Which is better, wine or vine?
      Grapes are the soul, of what becomes wine.
Where am I going to take a walk?
      No one  at all with whom to talk. 
Looking for a way to find supreme,
      One day I’ll wake up and it’s all a dream.

Haloo
10/10/15
For Mom

Copyright © Pashang Salehi | Year Posted 2015


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The Pain Train---------Haloo


The Pain Train…

There is a train, mystic and strange.
     It never stops turning or change.
It is big and strong, like an ugly chain,
     People like me are ridding this train.
It moves from Dawn, all the way to the night,
     Filled with sorrow or phantom delight.
I was born within this speedy train
     Nothing seems real except the pain.
Thousands and thousands they come and go
     Living and dying without they know.
Sitting together not knowing where
     Nothing seems real except despair.
Where are we going? Where is this place?
     Is there a conductor to show his face?
This train is going without intent
     We will be going wherever it went.
I heard a traveler told me today
     your stop is near you don’t have to stay.
He told me to look at window out. 
     The view was lovely without a doubt.
I am tired, tired of pain;
     Never again to take this train.

11/2015
Haloo

Copyright © Pashang Salehi | Year Posted 2015


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Strange lover ---------Haloo

                       Strange lover...   

I am in love, don’t know my lover; 
  One day for sure I will discover.
Every dawn, kisses, kisses with light,
  often whispering to me at night.
Where can I find you, Heaven or Earth?
  loving me tender, since my birth. 
Only my shadow knows its name, 
  if I don’t know it, who’s to blame.
How can I see you with blinded eyes?
  Asking my shadow, he always lies.
Living with a hope to see you close. 
  Hugging your sunset until it goes.
I am in love, don’t know my lover 
  One day for sure I will discover.


Haloo
8/12/2015

Copyright © Pashang Salehi | Year Posted 2015


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Butterfly---------------Haloo

                    Butterfly…

I was in a cocoon dark and cold
          Hallow from within silvery gold
Closed and tight trapped my soul
          Wishing and hoping to find a hole
I got the courage to break my mold 
          When you take chances secrets unfold.
I broke the darkness, into the light;
          Sweet illusions of life delight.
I drank the nectar and flaming dew
          Happy and drunken, life renew
I kissed the lips of a golden bud
          Meaning of love flooded my blood
I flapped my wings that were purple and blue
          Danced with wind in a garden I knew
Flying and loving in a garden of joy
          Doing the things that I always enjoy
I heard a sound from a nearby room
          Shouting at me you can only assume
Wake up and get up, morning has passed
          Dreaming of butterflies not going to last…
11/2015 Haloo

Copyright © Pashang Salehi | Year Posted 2015


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In the silence of the wind-------Haloo

                    In the silence of the wind 

To a flowering tree, what does the wind say? 
     I am in love with you; tell me to stay.
I live like this, all I see is departure.
     Being in love with you is pain and torture.
I am angry with me, breathing a thunder,
     What is this pain of love, it makes me wonder.
I want to taste the nectar while kissing you.
     I want to get drunk while I’m drinking dew.
This is my destiny always live in pain.
     Departure is the word for me to complain.
I want to stay for a moment to hold you.
     But I will die as wind, how damn do I do?
I am hopeful that one day when as I fly,
     Allow all your petals kiss me then I die.

12/30/15 Haloo

Copyright © Pashang Salehi | Year Posted 2016


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Perplexity--------------Haloo

Perplexity …

To be or to become, death is the question,
     not knowing the end, show me the direction.
What is a chain, if it is broken?
     Today my words are all unspoken.
What is my destiny? living with pain!
     living in the desert hoping for rain.
How do I wish for a gentle breeze?
     take me to a garden before I freeze.
What does it say a dying rose?
     To love birds in Fall, when winter oppose.
Travel further, further than never,
     live with laughter, pain hardly ever.
Descend to a land; I call it Demand;
     hope for the secrets, to be understand.
Surrender yourself in a bundle of Love,
     What measures love, comes from above.
Having the Knowledge of understanding why;
     There is no dying, or saying goodbye.
Striving  for Independence, worries will be gone;
     The darkness will be changing in early early dawn.
Becoming the Oneness of all in one,
     Do all the things that never been done. 
Wondering what if, is there any more?
     May be we are lost, now and before.
May be I am lost, lost in a sea;
     May be there is Death and then I am free.


Haloo
June 2015


Copyright © Pashang Salehi | Year Posted 2015


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Shadow of the wind---Haloo

                        The shadow of the wind

Please come back, my heart is always yours
          Please love me, as long as life endures.
Come to my silence, like twilight at Dawn
          I can’t stand myself, since you are gone.
My days are darkened and my nights are dark
          Everywhere I look; there I’ll see your mark.
My house is empty, I don’t hear no sound
          I can’t see myself if you can’t be found.
You went to find a dream, hoping for the light,
          Come back and see shadows are delight.
Where is this place, you’re trying to find;
          It is near nowhere, you left us all behind. 
I can’t stop crying, crying for my heart
          How much longer I can? I can be apart!
Sitting in the shade, the shadow of the wind;
          Thinking it’s all me, you have never sinned.  

11/2015 
Haloo

Copyright © Pashang Salehi | Year Posted 2015


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Samara Part 1 --------Haloo

“Samara” A flying seed…   (Part 1)

Twilight sky, silvery cloud,
	One of the many, lost in a crowd.
Some nights fly, following the breeze.
	Some nights the world turns into freeze.
Sometime left, sometime right,
	day after day, night after night.
One day play in the early dawn; 
	next day rest, on a velvet lawn.
One day swim in a droplet of dew;
	next day lightning, angry and blue.
Where am I going? Nobody knows!
	Hope for a garden, garden of rose.
How can I seek my destination?
	When there is no affirmation!
Where do I find liberation?
	When I was made of limitation!
Living in a cage, the cage of body,
	rusty chains, stained and cloudy.
Frustrate and tired of not knowing;
	what direction the wind always blowing.
Another day, one more night;
	another storm, one more sight.
I fell down, like a dying bird.
	Hit the ground, dazed and blurred. 
Covered by darkness, into the ground,
	deeper and deeper, round and round.
No more excuses, no more complain.
	No more! No more! No more in pain.
Days have passed, weeks were gone,
	no more desire for early dawn.
Dying in grave, dark and cold,
	nothing to worry, nothing to hold.
Dying in grave washes your pain.
	Timeless darkness comes to reign.
Suddenly, I felt a throbbing pain.
	A piece of wood stretched like cane.
Out of my body into the ground,
	deeper and deeper whispering sound.
Pushing me up, up and away,
        little by little all the way…………………… (Continue with part 2)

Copyright © Pashang Salehi | Year Posted 2015


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Samara Part 2---------Haloo

“Samara” A flying seed…   (Part 2)

I started seeing, the sea of light;
        orange and yellow, purple and white.
Hugging the sun, soft and warm;
	no more darkness, no more storm.
Gentle breeze night after night,
	no more anguish no more fight.
Oh my goodness, life is bright. 
	Spring and summer, both delight. 
Wind with music, night and day;
	Spring is amazing, April and May.
What happened? I was a dying seed.
	Now I became a flowering weed.
Everywhere I looked heaven on Earth.
	Thousands of flowers ready to birth. 
Whispering breeze warm and gentle;
	telling me to be, no more judgmental. 
To live or die, try and try
	With love you fly, fly and fly.
Summer is good, summer is fine,
	which you rather, grapes or wine.
Little by little, top to bottom,
	Trees turn yellow, orange in autumn.
Autumn is a season, season of yellow.
	It takes away, without any sorrow.
Autumn is a season filled with sorrow
	Its wind will take the things you borrow.
Colder and colder night after night,
	shorter and dimmer the source of light.
Winter is coming angry and shameful.
	Freezing and chilling, piercing and painful.
It covered my body with a bitter snow;
	I lost my flowers, nothing to show.
Dying is easy, a good night sleep;
	Not like counting sheep, no more weep.
Once, I was,  a flying seed.
        Next, I died in my lasting deed.  
I did wake up in a mountain of light;
	filled with contentment absence of fright.
I went through the cycle of rhyme.
        Arrived and fresh, bloomed in time.
My seeds are flying, cautious but tender.
	They know exactly what it is to render.
There will be storms in their upcoming.
	But, no fear of  what becoming!
No more fear of becoming.
	Dying or living both welcoming.
 

Haloo   2/2014

Copyright © Pashang Salehi | Year Posted 2015


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The Gambler----------Haloo

The Gambler…

I asked my mother, she didn’t hear.
	I asked my father, he started to fear.
I asked my teacher, he didn’t know;
	turned toward me with silence, ready to blow. 
I ask questions wondering why,
	what happens to us, when we all die?
What happens to grapes when become wine?
	sweet and sour, heavenly fine.
What happens to water when becomes cloud?
	Shouting and laughing thundering loud!
What is the meaning of life, as is?
	Learning to lose, losing it is!
Life is a gamble no winning hand.
	Sooner or later, losing demand.
Hope for a chance for one more game; 
        losing and losing no one to blame. 
We take chances, sometimes with Ace!
	Nothing is certain, but losing with grace.
Another chance, with another glance;
	wishful and happy ready to dance.
No matter aces, no matter kings;
	all of us losers, no matter kings.


Haloo
6/2014

Copyright © Pashang Salehi | Year Posted 2015


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Crybaby---------------Haloo

Crybaby…
Painful and tired crawling in mud;
  Weeping and seeking heavenly bud.
Nothing is near, cannot see far.
  Colors are dying, dying in tar.
Where am I going? Into a hole
  Losing my body, losing my soul!
Nothing is certain except the light;
  Sunrise and sunset full of delight.
What else is here? Except the pain!
  Is this a prison with no wall and chain?
How can I escape? Going away;
  into the rainbow, bashful and gay.	
Don’t cry baby, don’t cry baby
  Crying won’t do it. Dying maybe….


Haloo
2/2015

Copyright © Pashang Salehi | Year Posted 2015


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The Question----------Haloo

                   The Question … 

Once I had a question, I asked a friend,
What is my purpose, and what is the end?
What happen to us, when we will die?
Do we turn to ghost ready to fly?

He smiled at me, and nodded his head,
“How stupid you are” he grinned and said.
Don’t you know that, you’ll turn to dust?
All the laws of science are just and must.
If the light is gone, darkness appear,
Why should the darkness causing the fear.
You’re up one day bashful and gay,
Next day you’re dead sleeping all day.

I looked at my friend, and asked again,
What is the nature of water in rain?
Water in the ocean is plain and cold,
It dies into steam, when heat is bold.
Rises into clouds, like a wingless bird,
Reborn into rain, which I’m sure you’ve heard.
How do you know that when I turned dead,
I might not come back with proof be said?

He looked at me glaring, and told me so,
Foolishness is bliss, how do you know?

I told him to follow, and trust your heart.
Go within yourself, but yet depart.
Further and further into your soul,
Sometime the science is out of control. 
I told him the story of moth and flame,
They fly into fire, no one to blame.
They are like a worm, crawling on ground;
They die in cocoon in round and round.
They will be reborn, after they are dead,
They grow wings and legs, flying instead. 

I told him about living and life,
Living and dying, always in strife.
The water in rain and moth and weed,
Came from the steam, and worm and seed.
One day I will be, drinking the dew,
Drunken in rainbow and singing adieu.

He started to think about moth and rain,
He looked at me, whistled, walked in vain.
He left me with cautious nodded his head,
Thinking of dying once he is dead.

I did not see my friend ever again,
I heard he was singing and dancing in rain.

1/20/2015 Haloo

Copyright © Pashang Salehi | Year Posted 2016