Poem
By: Jehangir Saleh
Written: September 3, 2004
Light a candle
when it is dark and hope is empty
and remember your lord
Women and men were given imagination and intellect
so they might rise from uselessness
Buddha was a great
Mohammed was a great
Jesus was a great,
healing, caring and wise they were
Watch your flame and shake with devoation
Ask your lord to forgive you
and die with humility
Perhaps someone, somewhere
will light a candle for you
Questions
By: Jehangir Saleh
Written: August 30, 2004
yesterday,
i was cancer, spreading and destroying
or so i was self-compared
today
i have fallen in love
into the deepest pit of ambiguity
but, i promise
it is good
and no more do i hid under my desk
afraid of everything i pretended to be afraid of
now, i have someone
the desk is larger
and together, we hide
By: Jehangir Saleh
Written: August 30, 2004
remember the willow
that wept for us
we were too hard
too brave
to tell eachother
what we really felt
but always,
we stayed out when it rain
if one day you cannot speak
cannot express
or touch me like you do
take me to the willow
hold me there
let me weep
By: Jehangir Saleh
Written: August 30, 2004
I hope as I write this, you are sleeping peacefully. I
would love to watch you sleep. Thinking of that brings
tears to my eyes, that I just would like to watch you
sleep, to watch you warm and safe in bed, our bed
perhaps.
I have not slept thoroughly at all, but I am happy that
I haven’t. It’s made me reflect on us somewhat, and I’m
so happy for the world of your love.
I love you, we have already started to build
our home together, this is why our home is always with
us
Too Close To The Edge
By: Jehangir Saleh
Written: August 30, 2004
she almost fell
but held her insteadd
her edge like every edge
breaking love, liver cancer
burnt cookies
pick one, it doesn’t matter
we are too close
to every edge
everywhere
but
somehow
decide to hang on
—-
at night
i see colours
deeper in the darkness
toward black
and then the colours emerge
from underneath
too close to falling
into the deep dark silence
a twisted freedom
but we all know
it isn’t really
free
Different Variations Of The Same Note
By: Jehangir Saleh
Written: August 20, 2004
As I sit here inside my mind is fuzzy and fractured
I think of Charles Bukowski, and how he too sat at night
With a bottle of wine and napkins
And wrote away his life before wiping his mouth
Many people think he was a genius
But really
He was just a man who wrote things down
I suppose that takes courage
To face things as they really are
But sometimes I wonder
As he did too
Whether it’s easier to live
Inside ignorance
Whether it’s easier to read this poem
Poem For L
By Jehangir Saleh
Written: July 30, 2004
I miss you
like my warm blue blanket
that i was held in as a child
your arms are goodness and comfort
because they hold me, just enough
so i can see my toes touch the ground
i miss you
like the poetry of Leonard C.,
and Brahms, and a perfect cup of tea
I miss you
and I love you
and I pray
that you
miss me too
By: Jehangir Saleh
Written: June 7, 2004
I do not believe in rampant sunsets
Those moments where you think you are safe
And really
You are just blind
There is no feeling when I wear my shoes
There is no feeling
There are dreams, but even the smallest are built
So tiny
That they too fall
This house is barren and cold
You sleep in the corner
And tell me hope is something I haven’t made up
But you are in the poem
I have made it up
And the floor continues to be
Barren and cold
Empty hope
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
Happiness
By: Jehangir Saleh
Written: May 24, 2004
To be proud of your own eulogy
It all that we must strive for
All else is futile
Consider us
As characters in a story
I said
What would the reader say?
Would they think we are meant to fall in love?