SELECTION OF
ORIGINAL POETRY
UNTITLED
It seems impossible,
You and I.
But I wish there was a way,
space could bend.
Like Einstein said.
Because time, when it comes to you,
Just mounts.
Oct 2014
By Ali Assareh
THINK OF STRUGGLES
Think of struggles
as currents.
Not events.
When they happen, they stay with you.
They never go away.
Nor should they.
They’re currents,
not events.
March 2021
By Ali Assareh
TO CREATE A FRIEND
Start with a full canvas
Of everything and everyone
All that you remember and all that there is.
Then reach deep down your soul,
Perhpas a little deeper than ever before,
For what you are about to do,
Has rarely ever been done before.
Inch by inch, little by little,
Dip your brush into bright white paint,
Cover what you hate, what is bad,
Cover all that makes you sad.
On the top left hand corner of your canvas,
You will see your mother if you look right.
Telling you it takes a big person to forgive.
Just smile.
A few strokes here, and a few there,
Some softer and some with all your might,
Step a few steps back and look at what you have got.
A big white canvas.
Look closer, more intense,
Then close your eyes and use your heart.
You will find all that is left,
Is everything that you love.
You have created goodness.
You have created a friend.
Apr 2000
By Ali Assareh; translated and edited with the help of Hooman Assareh
LINES THAT NO LONGER ARE.
BUT FOREVER WILL BE.
What happens to my sad days,
when my baby comes?
Am I not allowed to be sad anymore?
to be mad anymore?
I’m not dad anymore?
Or can I be whole?
My whole?
with my holes, cracks and all the sad, but mostly happy notes?
Where do the lines of I lie?
How would I know anymore?
He will be an extension of me,
and me of him.
But even extensions have lines;
perhaps faint, but not vague.
Lines where the old boundaries lied.
Carved into the ground.
With hopes, and sorrows; and love, and loss.
Lines that no longer are.
But forever will be.
May 2021
By Ali Assareh