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Reza Mahani Jun 2015
I have reached a secret
that can best be described
as a shiny ball

I can look into it
and see our future

I need five years, give or take,
to immerse myself in
to get to its bottom

and another five years
to come back

So I see you later

Come and see me
in ten years
I will have a lot to tell you
Tuesday, June 23, 2015
Reza Mahani May 2015
Thoughts are like shadows, ghosts, or spirits
Or, maybe, they are more like flies?
They come, they go, but often, they hang around
And they leave a stain when you push them too hard
Friday, September 10, 2010
Reza Mahani Apr 2015
Oh, my sweetest dream
do not tell me
your worst fears
your darkest nightmares
I never appreciated
the purity
of your tender soul
Thursday, January 06, 2011
Reza Mahani Feb 2015
I had forgotten you
all about you
for a long, long, time

but then
it is so simple

the rays of a dying sun
stretched inside my room
saturating everything with
a bright shade of yellow

if only for
a few precious minutes
Thursday, February 12, 2015
Reza Mahani Dec 2014
Every word they say
is false
and every word
is true
but that's how
words
can be

The manner of feelings
and the feeling of manners
are, on the other hand,
something else
totally
different
Saturday, December 20, 2014
Reza Mahani Aug 2014
The death, on its path, finds a monkey
searching for the fifth stone.

As a monkey starts grieving,
saying farewell to unilateral love,
the formless nightmares ease off.
Saturday, December 24, 2011

ORIGINALLY:
A Monkey in the search of the fifth stone
finds himself on the path of the death
saying farewell to his unilateral love.

And the formless nightmares stopped
as a monkey started grieving.
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