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Poem For You

Poetry

Poem For You
By: Jehangir Saleh
Written: January 22, 2005

It occurs to me
So deeply, profoundly
That I wouldn’t be alive
Had I not loved you

For there is nothing else
Only space
And time I keep running from
And you
Who quiets me
In a different space
Without time

You are silent
I ask a question
Your body responds
There must be something greater, I think
But before I get too far, you hold me
As if tonight was the last night
Your body is warm
We sleep

I know nothing

When I Get Up

Poetry

By: Jehangir Saleh
Written: January 16, 2005

When I get up, I see the world as it should be. It is almost like a super power. I cannot bear to look out the window, even if there were windows. I cannot look at things that grow. Trees, flowers, grass, children. I am terrified.

I think that maybe there was once something to my madness.

I think maybe there was once something to everything. But now I am convinced there is nothing more to us than efficiency and decay. How efficiently we decay ourselves and those we claim to care about.

It is the great paradox of my existence. I write to you dear reader about wanting to end my life, to suck the back of a refrigerator, to have a giant farm animal crush my to death in a terrible and somewhat comedic spectacle that is broadcast on the national news leading to the ban of whatever terrible cow, or perhaps overweight pig was responsible for my death. The local farm where Billy shovels hay is now a death trap. And yet, here I am, writing to you about it. Why? Don’t you ask yourself, why am I wasting my time with this selfish idiot. He speaks about wanting to run away, and yet here he is, still. He is no better than a ideologue who cannot translate his language of ivory tower theory into something that effects peons of the real world. What good is an idea if it cannot bring about the revolution?
Why? You ask, and the truth is that I am selfish. I wish to belong somewhere, I wish to suffer with some amount of certainty, than run off a cliff and let the winds escort me to the ground where I cannot know what will happen after whatever my being is sucked from my lifeless body and carried to where I don’t know by a creator I cannot know exists. I’d rather take my chances while I can count the number of feet I have.

Book s

Poetry

Thursday, January 6, 2005

Dear Dad,

For your birthday, I got you THE BOOK OF SECRETS. But even if you don’t read this book – although I really hope you will – consider this a symbolic gift. The title is “The Book of Secrets”. This title is important, because it represents every story and every poem – books are filled with secrets for us to realize. These are secrets about ourselves. These secrets tell us about who we are, where we have come from, and where we are going.
One day I will not be here, or you will not be here, but this ‘book of secrets’ will still be here. And inside this book will be our story. About all the struggles we have endured. All the happiness we have felt. We are the character of our own novels. Our lives are just stories. And unlike us, these stories will never die. We leave this world, we leave behind to story of our life.
God has given us a mind by which we understand, and an imagination by which we create. And just as God has given us his books – the Quran, the Bible, the Torah – we have written our own books. We have created stories, poems, philosophies and art that communicate our ideas, values and beliefs. We have written books that document our history, and open our minds and imaginations. Every time I write or read a poem, I understand a little bit more who I am and where my place is in the universe. Books contain idea, and ideas help us understand and create change, and this helps us live better, more fulfilling lives.
Please read this book, and many others. Please write your own story, discover you own “secrets”. A poet that I read when I was young wrote: Why worry? We are but leaves rustling on a tree. Let the tree worry.
I am who I am because of you and mom. If you ever doubt the impact you have had on the world, you need only to look at me. My success is your success. This is a debt I can never repay.

Your son,
Jehangir

Victory

Poetry

Victory
By: Jehangir Saleh
Written: January 1, 2005

Time is passing
Tonight
Things are changing
Although we still cannot see
I am loved
The violence has fallen away
Quiet, for now

I will not say
That we have arrived
That the war will not continue
Struggle forever remains
We will be sacrificed, I am sure

Let those who spill blood
Remember tonight
As defeat
And let us remember it
As our ever-lasting victory
A clenched fist held high
(this time for hope)
If only for the last time

Quiet

Poetry

By: Jehangir Saleh
Written: December 29, 2004

Quiet
Still breathing
On the wall
My shadow
Is bigger than me
Staring at the page
Too long
Will only make it
More empty

Monsters
In the space between
White like purgatory

Imagine
Something
In the unfilled spaces
Imagine
Somewhere
Others
Are breathing too

There Is No One Outside The Building

Poetry

By: Jehangir Saleh
Written: December 28, 2004

There is no one outside the building. I cannot see them. I cannot know they exist. I suppose it is logical to say that I exist, sitting at a desk in a room with two other breathing bodies. One is trying to ignore the other who has been sick all night. One is buried under blankets on the floor. I cannot see their body, but I hear some breathing, so I guess it is possible that they are still there.

Love Poem

Poetry

Love Poem
By: Jehangir Saleh
Written: December 25, 2004

Marriage
We said
But the fates spun differently
And the haircuts changed

Worst part
Is nights like this
When you still hold me
Like I’m your husband
Whispering
I will protect you
For as long as I live

You are not my wife
But I too will protect you
More than married
Something else
Better, deeper
I can only hope

But I forget this
One night like this
When I am again
Alone
Reminded
Of an easier time
When we were married
And things fit well

A time
When I could ignore
Reality

The Space Between

Poetry

The Space Between
By: Jehangir Saleh
Written: December 22, 2004

There is strength
In the space between us
Distance
So far
Yet I can see you still
Clearly
On the other side
Looking at me

Nomadic, we are
Lost articles
Returning after the owners death
Like vampires waiting
Until the last moment to feed
Like stars
that look so far awy

We are still young
You and I
Have time to get lost
To be hopeful
So go north
And I south
Until we will close the distance
In the space between