Pashang Salehi Poet Rubaiyat

Inebriated

Inebriated…


This road that I’m going through ends nowhere,
This dream tonight I have again is nightmare.
Wake me up and pour me a drink just because
this world is nothing, nothing much I do declare.

My dear, dear youth, come back; aging is pain.
The way I ran and danced, now walk with cane.
My beloved youth escaped, cage is empty;
Whatever is left is pain; what is my gain?

I have a heart that cannot reside in my chest.
Whatever sees believes that would be best.
I left my house to drink, hope blinding my sight;
I'm afraid to look or to try one more test.

My empty jug of wine is calling me tonight.
Tells me to get some more, the same sheer delight.
They told me that I live and I will be gone soon,
If I don’t drink today, tomorrow die, I might. 

10/10/16 Haloo

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Maria Williams July 18, 2017 at 3:40 AM Well lets drink to old age then Pashang. If we are one step closer to Heaven, then that deserves a celebration...Maria Pashang Salehi July 18, 2017 at 11:27 AM Thanks Maria... Cheers

Joseph May December 19, 2016 at 8:13 AM It's better to get high on life, no matter the age...Very nicely penned... Pashang Salehi December 19, 2016 at 1:33 PM Thank you ..

Janis Medders Tobechi December 13, 2016 at 11:33 PM I enjoyed your poem Pashang. Go easy on that wine. Pashang Salehi December 18, 2016 at 8:06 PM always....

Space Cadet November 21, 2016 at 9:20 PM You stated early in a comment that you are trying to seek perfection. Who here can define perfection better than who you are writing for? I very rarely trust a soul who hasn't been to the bottom of something once or twice in a life. "Change alone is unchanging" but I save the right to be wrong. Thank you for sharing, Pashang, and keeping writing, keep sharing. We're here. -- Wesley C. Pashang Salehi November 24, 2016 at 11:57 AM Thanks Wesley, now I know why I like you. You're good and smart. Thank you for trusting me.... Pashang

Maurice Yvonne November 12, 2016 at 10:34 AM Beautiful piece. I'm not sure everyone understands the serene message in this piece. I know this has nothing to do with the literal translation of drinking until you are drunk. I enjoyed you write it is excellent. Pashang Salehi November 14, 2016 at 8:57 AM I did not write this poem for everybody it is just for you and I. Thanks Maurice

Paul Callus November 10, 2016 at 3:03 PM Old age is a blessing, Pashang, as long as ill health does not play havoc with our mind and body! We can be old yet be young in spirit. Let's drink to old age! Regards // paul Pashang Salehi November 11, 2016 at 8:53 AM I'm With you Paul....Cheers

Scott Thirtyseven October 24, 2016 at 8:14 AM I raise my beer to you. From what I have seen of many, my suggestion would be to take on old age how ever you choose. And who else has ever deserved a drop more? Cheers Pashang. Pashang Salehi October 25, 2016 at 2:45 AM Cheers my friend...

Manmath Dalei October 18, 2016 at 5:33 AM Yes,I am ready to accompany you. You just arrange bottle, I will arrange bone. Ha..ha...Well penned dear Pashang...........//hugs Pashang Salehi October 25, 2016 at 2:44 AM thank you...

Jean Murray October 16, 2016 at 11:09 AM I took this to be a poem about aging Pashang, not drinking. Perhaps because I indulge nightly myself? Cheers!! Pashang Salehi October 16, 2016 at 11:35 AM Thank you dear..... whatever you get from my poem; that is correct..... Cheers back to you

David Smith October 13, 2016 at 8:16 PM You have perfectly put put into words what we all feel even fleetingly. Read a good quote recently about being glad to be old because of knowing too many who not have had the privilege. Makes one think. A storehouse of positive memories must help also. Your poem will I think have positive effect. Keep them coming. Regards David Pashang Salehi October 14, 2016 at 2:29 AM Thanks David..... it seems that time goes much faster. Einstein was wrong!

RC Arts October 12, 2016 at 8:53 PM Nice, read... I embrace old age, I've earned it. And exactly I need no drugs or wine to exalt in life's moments my good spirit carries me through each day. Although a glass of Muscadine wine now and then is appreciated for it's quality. Pashang Salehi October 13, 2016 at 1:08 AM Thanks Randall, I'm just inebriated in the spirit....

Tom Arnone October 12, 2016 at 10:28 AM Liqueur is quicker than wine. Grass has some fascinating, meditative properties. However, health is more desirable than any chemically induced alternate reality. ;-) Pashang Salehi October 12, 2016 at 10:46 AM Thanks Tom

Daniel Turner October 12, 2016 at 8:39 AM Snap out of it man, Strength of mind rests in sobriety; for this keeps your reason unclouded by passion. Pashang Salehi October 12, 2016 at 10:46 AM Thanks DT

Sara Kendrick October 12, 2016 at 6:38 AM Well, I hope this is just a work and not life..It is sad to see someone addicted to anything..Some people live like this though..Thanks for dropping by..Sara Pashang Salehi October 12, 2016 at 10:42 AM Thanks for dropping by...