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Reza Mahani Jan 2011
Summer of 2010
I was enticed to leave
She started a new journey
and me ... She left behind

I felt extremely lonely
I begged
all friends, even her
for company

Part of me knows
what is happening
maybe even
where I am going

Part of me asks,
what if
there are no friends
for a journey in dreams?
Tuesday, December 28, 2010
Reza Mahani Jun 2012
Today was a good day,
as good as any,
to walk in the park,
to touch and be touched,
to sniff and be sniffed,
and to leave unfulfilled

Today was a good day,
as good as any,
to take a nap in the afternoon
and then wake up
with a dull pain in the chest
and the feeling of missing someone
to the point of madness

Tonight was a good night,
as good as any,
to shed tears in the movie theater
for a gay old man
who betrayed his lover
only to find out
years later
that he had deserted himself

Tonight is a good night,
as good as any,
to say the final goodbye
Friday, June 01, 2012
Reza Mahani Feb 2013
Let's dig our souls
for something humane
burn them in middle
and dance around the ashes
to the cracking sound of a dying fire
dancing like crazies
like those in love

Shadows are getting longer,
a big one hanging over,
waiting for the right moment
but we dance like crazies
like those in love

Sky is turning dark blue
let's add old memories
to the fire
in new flames
I see my mother
telling me to pull it together
and we dance like crazies
like those in love

Our bodies feel hotter
as we close our circle
the pain of burning flesh
the dark pleasure of termination
we dance in fire
like crazies
like those in love

A breeze drifts our ashes
we swirl,
up and down
dancing in the air
like crazies
like those had been in love
Friday, 8/13/2008
An old one, written in June 2008. I realize it's not a good poem, but I am so fond of its dark and disturbing images that could not let go of it :)
Reza Mahani Apr 2011
Long gone is the time
to love and to be loved
walking up the tiring steps
of conversing with shadows
that randomly pop up
in the busy streets of our mind
polluted by the loud honking noise
of the stalled dreams
Giant disappointments
from the past
do not let the hope
get through
Let's walk back to the park
of familiar faces
lie on the ancient carpet
of friendly whispers
and pray together
with our feet in the air
Friday, April 22, 2011
Reza Mahani Mar 2011
I need to call H.
and remind him
of our holding hands
on the way back from school
and the love
that burnt us slowly
I need to find his number
before those memories
die, forever
Monday, February 28, 2011
Reza Mahani Mar 2011
As you bring time to a halt
those clouds appear
that will carry you above moments


My clouds are wise
and sweet, today
they whispered in my dream:


No worries dear friend
is not the time near
that you were living amongst us
Saturday, March 26, 2011
Reza Mahani Feb 2011
Yesterday morning,
around 11,
I was writing,
behind my office computer.

When in the middle of a sentence,
a dream started,
that last less than a second.
And someone hit my shoulder
quite gently,
yet enough to startle me.

I looked around,
no one was touching me.
My research assistant,
was staring at me,
with amusement and surprise.
and I just said,
''that was strange,
really strange.''
Tuesday, February 15, 2011
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 Jan 2011
Oh, my sweetest dreams
do not, ever,
tell me
your worst fears,
or darkest nightmares

Did I,
Could I
appreciate
the purity
of your
tender souls ...
Thursday, January 06, 2011
Reza Mahani May 2011
When that moment arrived
there was no thunder
Neither lightning, nor a storm

She approached me
just as an ordinary moment
and knelt beside me

I would not notice her
but for her careless touch
on my shoulder
Thursday, May 26, 2011
Reza Mahani Jun 2011
Riding an elevator
with a young Asian girl,
she looks so happy.
So I ask her.
"I found a good Korean restaurant today."
Wednesday, June 15, 2011
Reza Mahani Mar 2012
Floating seaweeds
in a miso soup
my heart grows
and I find patience
near the bottom
Wednesday, March 14, 2012
Reza Mahani Mar 2012
"Where is the butterfly?"
The heavy, bold, black man
throws off his hat
shaking and panting

I stare in disgust
at a sweat line traveling
the hardened vein on his skull
"You've got to shed some weight!"
Thursday, March 15, 2012
Reza Mahani May 2017
Before ten thousand steps, I
squint my eyes for the
Temple suspended in clouds
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 Mar 2012
My thoughts are running wild
but they cannot go anywhere
because those fishermen have spread their nets
all over my mind
catching them
roasting them on fire
and curing them in salt
for their long winters
and it's too late when they discover
they are feasting on poisonous thoughts
Saturday, March 10, 2012
Reza Mahani Nov 2015
Maybe
we are all children
of a forsaken God

Was it him, who forgot us,
or us, who forgot him?
Or, does it matter, after all?

We climb our cross
and offer our spirit
only to find
he has long
left us behind

in your eyes
in your mind
in your heart
Monday, November 30, 2015
Inspired by:
https://youtu.be/CSvFpBOe8eY
Reza Mahani Nov 2015
The Passenger
The Purpose
and The Path
Wednesday, November 04, 2015
Reza Mahani Aug 2012
The insight came later
once the rain started pouring
and the black lady in skirt and high heels
took off her shoes

She could not hear me thinking
how magnificent she was
running barefoot
on the wet concrete
of the empty street

Out of reach
out of control
as life flourishes
in the fullness of
an unexpected moment
Wednesday, October 27, 2010
Reza Mahani Jul 2013
There is a place

and a moment

That I feel welcome
as I am

Just because
I am there and then

Just because
I am present

And I feel my heart
escaping a beat

A Phoenix rising from ashes?
A dragon coming to life?

A shift in tectonic plates!
Happened Today :) Tuesday July 30, 2013

What really counts is what you feel and think as the sole author of the journey of your own life. No one can tell you how to tell your story and how to interpret it.
Reza Mahani Nov 2013
I run "you".
Reach "you",
by accident.
Who's "you"?
A father, who
could not protect
A mother, who
could not love
when most needed?
Accident
Danger
Death
I seek.
I seek "you"
hoping
this time
I am found
protected
loved
and to feel complete
once more
once again.
Monday, November 25, 2013
Reza Mahani Aug 2013
Death rose to his feet
Waving his long hands
''How many lives, you tell me
Have I saved? Have I saved?''

Gods shook their heads
In utter disbelief
''Such blasphemous vanity!
Such blasphemous vanity!''
Wednesday, August 07, 2013
Reza Mahani Mar 2012
Beyond depression there is a land
where death is the only magic
and sky is painted in black regrets
rivers of sorrow have long disappeared
in hot winds of resent
and faceless creatures crawl
in shadows of loneliness
desperation echos fill the void
and happy memories cut
deep into my rotten soul
Thursday, March 22, 2012
Reza Mahani May 2011
Looking into your eyes
I recalled who I was before
and I asked,
what more ... ?
Turning away to leave
your eyes closed for a moment
and I knew
what else ...
Reza Mahani Feb 2011
Sunday morning
Downtown Atlanta
Empty streets
Hesitant steps
Expressionless windows

Does anyone see
what I am carrying around?
Sunday, February 20, 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 May 2012
If I leave,
       it's not a reflection
                 on who you are:
The time has come.
Sunday, May 20, 2012
Reza Mahani Jan 2011
Here is my lady
naked
with an inviting chest

From the corner of my eye
I watch her
a seductive whisper: hit me

Shaking hands
heavy breathing
aching muscles expanding

All gets quiet
the moment of truth
tension flies, screaming

Arrow pierce her heart
and I thank her
and ask forgiveness
Friday, January 28, 2011

Last night, my Kyudo Sesnei asked me how I see the target. He sees them as cute playful bunnies. I could not answer, I just knew something seductive and  inviting in the target. Today in the morning, I visioned a women with naked chest and friendly face. I was looking at the middle of her *******, non-sexually, and there was something there that confused me. After a while, I realized that is the way I see the target, an inviting lady friends who offered her heart to me, open and selfless, and I am being appreciative. I wrote this poem!
Reza Mahani Aug 2013
The teenage barista, she
is always worried
How do I look
Am I perfect
Enough for
People to love me
Annoys everyone, but
I see in her
How hard I tried
Pretending, wondering
Am I good enough
To deserve their love?
Thursday, August 15, 2013
Reza Mahani Mar 2014
Here is the secret shrine
for
thoughts of uncommited sins
Wednesday, May 04, 2005
Reza Mahani Jan 2011
When everything is blurred
faces unrecognizable
and you do not know
whom you love
anymore
write a poem
Thursday, January 06, 2011
Reza Mahani Jan 2011
You are a tiny shadow
a silhouette
disappearing
on my horizon

I am weak
exhausted of heaviness
and longing for
a glance of light
Wednesday, January 05, 2011
Reza Mahani Mar 2014
Mirror looking
for a place to rest
comes across  
monkey's naive heart.

Thus,  
heart reflects everyone

Everyone and monkey lie
to save face

Depression
brings the path
to monkey
Sunday, December 25, 2011
Reza Mahani Oct 2013
The worst thought, you know, is the thought of killing yourself. It's annoying, as hell, that's what it is. It's like you're reading a good novel, say ''The Catcher in the Rye,'' and you think you're having a good time. Then, you see this beautiful black lady and think, what if I have *** with her? But then she approaches you, and hugs you, and you feel her full, firm ******* pressing against your chest. And you think, What the **** am I doing here? What is this life anyway? And you think, I should end my life, yeah, that's what I should do. And all other thoughts, even ***, disappear, and all you can think of is how to end your life. ******* annoying, man.
This is not a poem, not a short story either, I am not sure what to call it, lol

Sunday, October 13, 2013
Reza Mahani Jul 2015
We SCREAM
       when we cannot hear
when we are not heard

Listen
     to the ****** of vibrant red
          green, yellow
              and blue
to see
      everything is fine
           we are fine
things are
      the way they should be
and there is no need
      to shout and scream

Listen
     and be free
Friday, July 24, 2015
Reza Mahani May 2011
Light as a feather, I
was carried away
by the reflection of morning sun
off those leaves soaked
in the morning dew

And I found you ...
Reza Mahani Jan 2011
In the depth of your eyes
I see the brown of an exhausted river
that once proudly filled its banks
I hear fishermen songs
as they sail contently
and I ask their ghosts
How do you sail back to your lovers
on the shores of a dried river?

A tear blossoms ...
Wednesday, December 29, 2010
Reza Mahani Aug 2013
Speechless
Mesmerized
by the formidable force of
the undercurrents deep down the ocean
and in comparison
the mighty Titanic
is puny,
forgettable

You
want to know
what's
Horror?
Friday, August 16, 2013
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=o6tV1yfEPTk
Reza Mahani Jul 2012
Over there
toilets are,
essentially,
holes in the ground
decorated and sometimes modernized
and you sit on them
feeling a lot of pressure
on your knees
and it's hard to imagine
that one can *******
in such an uncomfortable position
But it can be done ...

I want to forget ...
Sunday, July 08, 2012
Reza Mahani Jan 2011
A lazy Saturday afternoon
sitting on the couch
feet on the ottoman
listening carelessly to lady friends
watching her preparing tea
snow flakes quiet dance

Something broke

Heard it the next morning
felt it, in my soul
and insatiable need to cry
Monday, December 27, 2010
Reza Mahani Jul 2011
To the one who is deaf:

The circle is not perfect
twists and turns
keeps going down

Sluggish feet
sigh in relief
feeling the edge

legs shaking
head turning
eyes wide shut
shower in the darkness

Voices of anguish
wrestle in sweat
the dominant whisper
sings from the bottom
Jump ...  Jump ...

Body leans forward
seeking terminal pleasure
of a weightless moment
JUMP!
Reza Mahani Jul 2012
How can you tell her,
''I love you!''
when you don't know
what love is?
How can you tell her,
''I want to see you!''
when you don't know
if you want to see her
or you are escaping
the frightening void within?

So you take the bottle
and empty all pills
on your palm.
It's the perfect time:
She won't be back any time soon
and you have enough time
to finish things clean
and you ask yourself,
''Do I want to do this?''
over and over
and hear no response
so you put the pills back
in the bottle
and think
''I do not even have the courage
to do this!''

And you decide to go to Java Monkey,
Sunday evening is the poetry night,
and you tell yourself
I am going to smoke
and finish every cigarette
on my skin.
Oh Lord!
How much I need the Lord
or anything
to that effect

They recite poems
and you float in your dreams
or rather nightmares
thousands of miles away
from anything
that can be characterized
as enjoyment.
Yeah, I am enjoying
my ******* life
mang!
http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=Mang&defid;=6427796
Mang:
A male that acts like a ***, ******, Queer and/or Fairy.
Derived from the latin term Mangina.

Sunday, July 22, 2012
Reza Mahani Dec 2013
How frightened
How sad
did I feel
as I watched you
torturing the baby
then and again

In silence
as your eyes were shutting
I prayed
for your soul
your
*****
violated
lonely
soul

You exclaimed
''The God, who
cannot torture,
is only
a feeble excuse.''
Wednesday, December 04, 2013
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 Apr 2012
When it's time to say goodbye
I will miss my dad the most
because I never found the courage
to tell him how much I love him

I' ll ask for their forgiveness,
in my thoughts, and
will tell them that I am tired,
very tired,
that I need to sleep
for a very very long time.
Monday, February 20, 2012
I slept for an hour after writing the above poem, not a very very long time, and then played an hour of tennis. I felt much better after that, and then I called my dad and told him how much I love him, and forced him to tell me that he loves me :) This item is off my list.
Reza Mahani Aug 2011
On this torturous ride
with all the random signs
that point to something scary
Wednesday, August 03, 2011
Reza Mahani Aug 2011
Everyone knows
signs change direction
when you talk about 'em

So, baby,
no talk for me,
anymore
Wednesday, August 03, 2011
Reza Mahani Aug 2011
We had a date,
not long ago
Remember?

But in those last minutes,
I couldn't bear your shadow
growing over the valley

And I spoke
Wednesday, August 03, 2011
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 2013
Man looked at his wife as they were passing the crowd in the airport. She was enthusiastically chatting and laughing with their friends. If it was not for her deep desperation to have a baby, and her frustration with all their unsuccessful attempts at it, he could swear she is the happiest woman in the world.

Their friends, , a young couple from their home country, were also on their way back home for a short visit.Initially, they were going to change their flights in the airport. Their next flight was delayed, however, and now they had to spend the night in the city. Their friends had decided to stay in the city a couple of days and attend a wedding. He knew that his wife wanted to go to the wedding too, but they were not invited.

They all shared a cab to a nearby hotel and casino. As they walked up to the reception desk, he grew more and more paranoid about giving their personal information and credit card to the receptionist. He pretended that they were looking for a jazz club in that area. His wife and their friends were puzzled but they did not say anything. As they were leaving the hotel, he realized that their friends needed to stay somewhere for a couple of nights and were willing to get a room and share. But it was too late: they said goodbye and separated.

The next morning the two of them decided to walk in the city and do some sightseeing. They soon found empty streets and a city that looked like it was hit by a disease. The man felt more and more uncomfortable and wish they had known where their friends had stayed. At noon, he suddenly remembered that they were supposed to take a morning flight. Surprisingly, he did not feel any urgency. He continued walking the empty streets but his wife went back to the hotel. At night, he was even more surprised to see that his wife was pregnant, almost nine month.

Next morning, the man went out alone. The city had become a war zone. Tanks and militants were roaming around everywhere. In a few instances, he had to escape some of them who were trying to arrest him, and even got into a fight. He went back home in the evening to find out that his wife had delivered the baby.

As he was watching his wife carrying the baby around and kissing the baby passionately, he suddenly realized what was going on. They were dead. That would explain all the strange things that had happened in the past couple of days. The man suddenly felt a deep comfort from solving the puzzle. He could almost feel an excitement, similar to that time, a few years back, when he accidentally hit a man on the street while driving and almost killed him.

Satisfied with his discovery, he looked up and watched his wife playing with the baby. What an irony, he thought. She looked so happy and peaceful. He could break the news to her later.
Wrote this story on 2008-10-25 based on a dream I had. Some of my dreams have strangely complicated and fascinating story lines. I cannot write such stories when I am awake!
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