To Those Brave Souls

See those paper? Those remnants of prayers
They were pulled from my shelf,
Torn from off the Golden Book I cherish.
They swirls and circling over my home ablaze.
I see you attempt to cease its dance
Running to capture that relic
Of my sacred loyalty.
Mad with frenzy anger
Your face distorted with heat.
They are not just paper, you see
Nor are they merely relics that
Emblem my undying identity
When this life you take from me,
When every atom in me dispersed as I perish
You will forever more breathe the particles of my immortal faith.
So, these words I pronounce to you,
To shake every cell in you and to remind you:
“Remember, I am a Baha'i!"
"Every atom in me are thus named! ”

wings unleashed

Come fly! come fly with me!

Come join frolic into the free space with me,

and feel the wind rushing through your face

Come now! and stop calling me!

Come! ere the dusk fall and stars be my company

I sing and call for you to take flight,

taste the joy of flying with me.

Why are you still calling?

Why not spread your wings? you have not?

Then it is all too right for me to indulge,

for your share as well

in soaring through the open field.

lasted night

I look at the night sky, find none but Moon and Jupiter
in search for that whisper haunting me,
from eternity it derive
to eternity linger,
"Now is never here to stay," it seem to say
"It flees to every next moment"

"I know!"said I, with feeble reply
"I know now."

630720000 seconds

20 years=240 months=7300days=175200 hours=10512000 minutes=630720000 seconds.

I don't use the word "soul"

just like "love", both vastly over used

the word "passion" means but shame

of a mortals like me could easily commence

sometimes after 20 years, perhaps

I'll gain words to venture the land of poems

but as of now words flee

for shelters away from ambiguity

they too, are fear of the infidels

who fiddle the reign of His mighty cause,

and claim all their callings righteous.

perhaps a word a day shall suffice it

to gain my words in 20 years.

to sleep

Words vanished,
Thoughts escaped,
I dare another notion
will challenge my resting bed.
All asleep now, as I lay
my solitary in dreams to find
free from this cage in which I reside

All it takes is one

one drop that instigate sudden shower

one gust of wind that brought

one ghost of cloud that draw

one wave of downpour

All it really took is one.

one gesture of contempt that spread into

one vicious comment

one let out trivial anger

one err unwittingly occurred

that drew hundreds of others

All it takes is one

one word refrained from oppose

one mouth silenced from telling wrongs of others

one thought led to random kindness

one step back from rising conflict

one hands down from adding violence.

All it really, really takes is ONE.

I promise, you will only cross my mind in Summer.

You didn't hear this from me,

but the breeze that first touch your face

when you set foot on this land

said it's sad to see you leave

While the torching ray accompany

your journey home

The moon and all her

starry friends at night

will hide away in your sky

the wind can't reach as far as tide

to bid you a distant good-bye,

And I promise, this much I can,

Only in Summer will you cross my mind.