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 to see the 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