Mehrdad Dadkhah Poems

A hearty laughter followed my
So called frozen heart.
A response. A threat. Or maybe beg.
It engulfed my soul in cocoon-like cage.
...

Come dance with me little devil while holding a red flower
Two roads diverged in front of us, you took the left, I another
Where have you been I saw you dance and dance in that egregious ring of fire
I let you have all of my soul so you can chastise it in your honor
...

Let me whisper a tale of 325 names.
Carved on tombstones yet it left us all pale.
Though digits to some maybe.
To some it is about robbed souls.
...

A tale past by the wind was whispered to my ears
The Wind may have been harsh as they couldn't hear
It told me of hands covered in soot
of Pale of a face and of palms not smooth
...

As the strings of fate were intertwined another time.
I felt my eyes weight heavily, hearing an abyss-like rhyme.

Surfaced right before my eyes:
...

Woken up in a barren plain.
The Wind danced for my eyes in vain.
Green grass grasping hard onto the ground.
As lofty clouds were looking nonchalantly down.
...

‌There once was a friend  whom I shared a lot with.
She came to me on her own, yet left me alone with ease.

As I sought some soothing from this sad pain,
...

Forgotten. Broken. Mended again.
Was the life what I thought of or what I repent?
Ashamed. Guilt-ridden. Yet keep on trying.
Shall I call out to myself or le‌ave my soul dying?
...