Pashang's Work "Haloo"

A collection of Pashang Salehi's art, poetry, etc.

The Voice…

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On a dark night that was darker than my pain,

     nothing was there for me except to complain.

I hid myself in the 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 the power to wash darkness from its night.

The voice asked me about the days of 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 in this day and age;

     not worth talking to you; anger creates rage.

I am too old, and I had too many sins,

     Living is the 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 was 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 the spring.

     He is those nightingales who so blithely sing.  

He told me that he is bottom, and he’s up.

     He is grapes, 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 if I could see him with my eyes,

     I will be like the moon, lighting up the skies.

That I looked for any sign to believe him,

     with just all promises, dreams maybe all grim.

He told me to wake up, open up my eyes,

     and see what is to see, a blessing in disguise.

I did open my eyes saw a glowing bright,

     like a drifting shadow, in an ocean of light.

I saw my son saying, “Wake up! Wake up! dad”,

     What’s the matter with you? Are you going mad?

5/14/16 Haloo