Lives
By Jehangir Saleh
Written: June 1, 2004

Having trouble composing my life
To fit with yours

Lives
That fit together

I can’t promise that you really love me
Our lives kind of fit together
Stories are just good

The simple story of a woman and a man
Like everyone

One in the morning, I am trying to be poetic. But no luck. Nothing. And not even Beckett’s nothing, just nothing like vast amount of mediocrities, which is the worse nothing of all.
I am writing this because I don’t have you with me. I am listening to Russian classical music, as Tchaikovsky pours down piano keys , I think of how to do the same with words. What to do when words cannot be reached. There is touch. And I wish to hold you in my arms. Perhaps, it is me who is being held.
I was trying to write something to give you on your birthday. I don’t really believe in birthdays – it seems too much like an excuse to love someone. I want to love you forever, not just on the day you were born. However, the day that you embraced the world is an important one.
On this day I want you to look ahead. I want you to stand on this mountain – our mountain – and close your eyes for a moment. I want you to imagine