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My Shadow by Salehi, Pashang
ATOP LOVE'S MAD MOUNTAINS by Woo, San
The Voice by Salehi, Pashang
Regret by Salehi, Pashang
Falling Spring by Salehi, Pashang
Cat and Mouse by Salehi, Pashang
The Question by Salehi, Pashang
In the silence of the wind by Salehi, Pashang
Who am I by Salehi, Pashang
Butterfly by Salehi, Pashang

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ATOP LOVE'S MAD MOUNTAINS

ATOP LOVE’S MAD MOUNTAINS

To fall in love is truly gleeful gladness
Which has one scaling the mountains of madness
But how does one get to the top of insane?
Do you fly straight up or zigzag a slow lane?
Would you sit a while to wile at the matter
Or stumble headlong, as mad as a hatter…

Now, I think that the fates simply pluck two souls
And plop them atop a random peak to roll
Balls rubber bouncing from dazed highs, head o’er heels
Tumbling o’er varying facets, a dizzying reel
Topsy turvy turning or dipping in slumps
Free-falls off sheer cliffs or hitting rocky bumps

This rollercoaster ride’s not for the weak heart
Who from level ground never wishes to part
For passion’s insanity will have you soar
Past the loftiest peak, till your lungs implore
In the thin blue air you’ll die, then skydive down
From heights so zany, you laugh, yell, scream, a clown!

Alas, the pull of gravity is mighty
Sure as the fall from the apex, snow whitey
Where feelings held tight, once cozy and lovely
Loosen their security, turning ugly
You have reached the mount bottom, or so you think
Rolling, you teeter off a cavernous brink

Down, down, down, you are now in the darkest pits
Your fire, now mere ember, pieces and bits
Memories you ponder in the cold and dank
In dark’s abyss, you see much of which to thank
Crazy tempests did sharpen your senses true
Love’s depths strengthens; perseverance is your due

Fuming within hell’s fury, your flames reheat
Energies renewed, you bounce back on your feet
For heaven’s delight, still beckons from on high
Chemistry’s residue still lingering sighs
Upward bound, a trek begins, leaving sadness
Slowly, hearts ascend the mountains of madness.

(5/17/2016 – Masnavi for Timothy Hick’s contest)


Copyright © San Woo | Year Posted 2016

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The Voice

                               The Voice…

In a dark night that was darker than my pain,
     nothing was there for me except to complain.
I hid myself within emptiness of bed,
     nothing was there except, loneliness instead .
I heard a sound that was not like any sound.
     Joyously called my name, sought me, and then found.
He told me to get up, wake up, look at dawn,
     the darkness of the night soon will be all gone.
The voice told me that morning dawn full of light;
     has a power to wash darkness from its night.
The voice asked me that what happened to my youth.
     That I am old and grey, with forgotten truth.
I asked him that who are you and what are you?
     I don't know you, didn’t see you passing through.
Who are you that suddenly came to my room?
     Aren’t you God, and I am, meeting my doom?
I called your name many times when I was young.
     I prayed your name day and night with broken tongue.
Now you are calling my name at this day and age,
     not worth talking to you, anger, creates rage.
I am too old and I had too many sins,
     Living is only game that nobody wins.
Go and bother another soul beside me,
     I am tired of you, you shall never be.
The voice told me that I am out of my mind,
     and I have been beguiled, as though I am blind.
He told me that he was with me the whole time.
     He let me to fly, in this paradigm.
He told me that he is the end of a start.
     He is the love that cries from an aching heart.
He told me that he is water in a spring,
     he is that nightingale who so blithely sing.  
He told me that he is bottom and he’s up.
     He is grape and he is wine in the same cup.
He told me that he gave feathers for a flight.
     He made it so the sun shall set within night.
I asked him that if I see you with my eyes,
     I will be like the moon,light up the night skies.
That I looked for any sign to believe you,
     with just all promises, dreams may grow blue.
He told me to wake up, open up my eyes,
     and see what is to see, blessing in disguise.
I did open my eyes saw a glowing bright,
     like a drifting shadow in ocean of light.
I saw my son saying "wake up! wake up!, dad",
     What is matter with you, are you going mad?

5/14/16 Haloo


Copyright © Pashang Salehi | Year Posted 2016

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Crystal Bowl

Crystal Bowl

A gold fish swimming round and round.
	His world of glass is all surround.
Round and round, day and night
        every round, reunite.
Day after day, night after night,
	Everywhere he looked, always the same sight.	
Outside of his bowl, there was a window.
	in the horizon something full of glow.
It looked like a pond, further than beyond.
	When he called that pond, there was no respond.
Love first taste is sweet, it makes you complete.
	But if you mistreat, pain always repeat.
Dreaming day and night, of that golden sight,
	Cool and clear night was filled with golden light.
Broken heart will cry is not satisfied.
	The meaning of the ” love” is always mystified.
Outside of the house a narrow twisted creek
	having conversation, with a language of mystique.
Calling up our fish, knew about his wish.
	Telling him” love” is, painful and foolish.
Telling him that life is a stream that flows;
	hoping for the rain, wishing for rainbows.
Gold fish heard the stream, which destroyed his dream.
	In order to redeem, did something too extreme.
Jumped out of his bowl, thinking of his goal;
	The golden pond became his body and his soul.
He landed on the ground; the dirt was all around,
	The meaning of the “love”, for him got so profound.
He started to scream, his voice was just steam.
	What if there is no dream? Death will be supreme!
He twisted, flipped and flipped, by luck in water he tripped.
	His breathing came along, in water he was equipped.
He swam in back and forth, he twisted south and north
	He cried in water cold, of what the” love” is worth.
He passed through his teens; his youth flew like dreams;
	The autumn came and gone, his winter had no greens.
He reached the golden place; the place was filled with grace;
	His life began to shine, the sadness showed no trace.
Swim and swim in wine, makes your soul refine.
	If you swim in “ love”, love will let you shine.	
A fisherman cruel and old; with eyes reddish and cold
	He cast his net so wide, for fish the truth unfold. 
Our fish cried and cried, his world got cold and dried.
	His life was passed him by, he gave up and complied.
The next day for our fish, was filled with tarnish;
        Once more crystal bowl is fraught with anguish.
This time golden pond, that was far beyond;
	Called our golden fish, he got no respond.
Love first taste is sweet, it makes you complete.
	But if you mistreat, pain always repeat.
Remember our fish with his golden wish;
	If you fall in love, get wild and foolish.


Haloo


Copyright © Pashang Salehi | Year Posted 2015

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Regret

                               Regret….

I flew once in a field, full of flowers,
a field that was kissed by April showers.
I tasted all the jasmines, as sweet as new,
I did bathe on a leaf in a little dew. 
I was busy playing till the midnight,
I woke up and I was not sure of my sight.
I was a bird soaring as high as a hawk. 
Flying like a wind, with the wind had a talk.
I turned into a wind, and then to a cloud, 
A dark and dim cloud that thundering loud.
I turned into the rain, after being cloud,
quenching the deserts with silvery shroud.
I turned into river, and then to a sea,
although, I was water, I learned how to see. 
I turned into a fish perfectly aware,     
knowing that my lover is surely out there. 
Swimming like a fish, my world became cold,
I lost my will to live, too soon grown old.
I heard a nightingale calling me at night, 
telling me, being a man, it could be alright.
I turned into a man, in search of wisdom, 
hoping that love and peace, ruling the kingdom. 
A lot of years have passed, with a broken heart, 
I could not find the peace, I need a new start. 
I will change back again, to look for my love;
maybe a lamb or sheep, maybe a white dove. 
I will look everywhere, until it is found. 
I know it’s there for me, if I look around. 
Until then I’ll become laughter to a child, 
or maybe dandelion who grow wild.

3/21/2016 Haloo


Copyright © Pashang Salehi | Year Posted 2016

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The Bubble

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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Cat and Mouse

                           Cat and mouse

Within a garden somewhere out there,
Butterflies were dancing free from care.
Thousands of flowers loving the dance,
Love the lovers, and loving romance.
A lot of butterflies full of lust,
Drinking and dancing in love they trust.
Daffodil pitchers filled with the wine,
Drinking that wine was wholly divine.
Roses and jasmines fully bloomed,
Enchanted aromas sweetly perfumed.

From its hiding a devious mouse,
Saw the butterflies right from his house.
He ran to the garden, chased the fly,             
Grabbed and ate him as the day gone by.
Ate him like candy tenderly sweet,
The smell of jasmines made it complete.
Loving his food and loving its taste,
The mouse was happy nothing got waste.
Until he saw a ghostly shape,
Scary giant, he couldn’t escape. 
There was a cat with a smiley face,
growled and meowed and started the chase.
Running like wind, he didn’t gave in,
Hunting for food it’s never a sin.
He grabbed the mouse in a playful way,
ate him as a whole then rest all day.
The mouse tasted like jasmine and rose,
The flavor of butterfly joined with those.
The cat was happy and licked his paws,
Adored his power sharpened his claws.
Until the next day there was a dog!
With big shaggy tail, fat like a hog.
Ugly and old he ran after cat,
Hunted the cat and ate him like rat.
The dog was old and his fate foretold,
He died in winter when air was cold.
He died and buried and turned to dust
Nothing can escape from time and rust.
The months have passed and years gone by,
What else can we do except comply?

Living and dying is part of life.
Life and death in a constant strife. 

The flesh of the dog made the flowers grew,
Butterflies came with their lives renew.
Roses and jasmines grew one more time.
Butterflies dancing, dancing in rhyme
Another mouse and another cat,
The playful cat that ate up the rat.
Another dog and another feast,
After a while the death chose the beast.

Life is a circle, hooked like a chain.
Everything goes, and come back again.
There will be death for me and you
Like rose and jasmine the life renew.

3/12/16 Haloo


Copyright © Pashang Salehi | Year Posted 2016

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Quote me RUMI

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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The Question

                   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.

1/20/2016 Haloo


What has Nature to teach us in regards to the Soul?


Copyright © Pashang Salehi | Year Posted 2016

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Perplexity

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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Who am I

                       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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Samara Part 1

“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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My Shadow

                  My Shadow….

Lost in the path of this dreadful life,
thinking of years that I spent in strife;
walking and thinking, what is ahead?
Living with pain, or dying instead.
Watching my shadow crawling below;
scared and contempt, and nothing to show.

My shadow darkened, by gloomy night;
Walking behind me, frightened from light.
He didn't know his nature was light;
he taught that he was, planted by night.
Awaiting until the dawn with breeze,
to make the shadow taller than trees.
Little by little the light of time,
made it so shadow reaching his prime.
The shadow started to sing and dance,
in the garden of the life, romance.

He was the young one, handsome and bold,
never thought there will be days of old.
Dancing with the drum, of joy and youth,
only the time will teach us the truth.

The morning turned into mid-day sun,
I was standing, but shadow in run.
He was in running, I was in chase;
I couldn't keep up, he lost the race.

He was blaming me, I got too old,
So much as my life, losing its gold.
The sun was setting, shadow got dim.
little by little got, pale and slim.
His height and his youth vanished so soon.
The sun left him, and keeping the moon.

What will happen if shadow is gone?
Should I ever wish, seeing the dawn?

6/23/2016   Haloo


Copyright © Pashang Salehi | Year Posted 2016

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Falling Spring

                        Falling Spring..

Alas that my spring, my youthful nights gone.
  A thousand laughter and all candle lights gone.
Alas that my spring, my garden has dried.
  It is old and bitter, no more glowing pride.
Spring garden of mine, had blossoming hearts.
  But I’m old and tired, with no blooming parts.
Within this madness of spring and creation, 
  I am in solitude, hope for sedation.
When I am old, spring is just another night.
  From worldly affairs my hands are tied tight.
I can’t smell the scent of flowering breeze.
  I can’t rest in the shade of whispering trees.
What else is there for me in spring beside pain?
  Blinded with tears, what not to complain?
I careless for lilies, basils, and roses;
  The door that spring opens, winter closes.
Spring is beautiful, all green nearby.
  I am watching from a window, as I espy.
To me this season is just season of lie.
  Nothing for me to say, except say goodbye.

3/16/16 Haloo





Copyright © Pashang Salehi | Year Posted 2016

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Broken mirror

                      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

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

                                       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 Pain Train


                         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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In the silence of the wind

                    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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In my memories

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 Gambler

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


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Strange lover

                       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


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Butterfly

                    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


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Shadow of the wind

                        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


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Crybaby

                               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


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