Mystic Qalandar
Mystic Qalandar Poems
You are in me,
flickering at the core of silence,
a hidden flame that breathes
through the hollow of my being.
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Behind iron bars, the nightingale still sings
Its anthem of freedom—unbroken.
The cruelest world cannot smother
The dawn blazing bright in its heart!
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To my heart, the bird's song comes—
Whispered tales of an ancient king,
Not bound to earth, but robed in eternal sky,
Where time unwinds
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I was once a lion
of unseen wilds—
my roar, a clap of thunder;
my gaze, a lightning strike.
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My love, your words
Draw radiant rivers beyond time,
Flowing through sleeping valleys,
Through forests where shadow weeps—
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Do not speak of me as gone.
I was never a fragment to be lost,
but the unbroken whole beneath all form—
the light without a wick,
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Remember this truth:
You were not born to fade
like mist at dawn,
nor to vanish into shadows.
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Lost in the noise of words,
They forget the meanings
God once breathed into hearts.
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Intimacy with truth—
the most beautiful thing there is.
A singular connection,
souls and hearts entwined,
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O inner light,
secret of the narcissus hidden in the sun,
awakening of my soul,
fragrance of life's garden
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When Love's sacred flame ignites within,
the soul ascends into a realm
where sight dissolves,
and silence becomes the only tongue—
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O Life—
eternal, flowing flame!
When your touch found me,
the frozen rivers of my being
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In silence—
a thought of the Divine awakens,
a hidden wisdom rising
through the clearing of old names.
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In dawn's embrace, the curtain parts,
The larks arise from veiled hearts.
Their wings, like kundal, shimmering bright,
Reflect the Face beyond all sight.
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In the serene gardens of the inner realm,
where every stone chants the rosary of patience,
I beheld my heart—
buried beneath the centuries' dust,
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When I cast a fragment of clay
across stillness,
it is not mine—
but the dust of His breath
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When dawn arrives—
not merely birth of light,
but birth of being—
shadows dissolve
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Each breath that graces the heart
is a subtle pilgrimage—
a return of the soul to its source.
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Quiet Dialogue With The Divine
Every breath that beautifies and illumines the heart draws us nearer to the Truth—not as a fixed destination, but as an ever‑unfolding journey. Each breath, conscious and marked by the silent utterance of Hu, carries within it the sacred movement of seeking. The love for Truth is not arrival but continuous passage—an unending path where patience is the measure, and complete surrender the condition. To be truly on this path is to live in thoughtful examination, to embody waiting without expectation, and to embrace the paradox of seeking without possession. In this sustained openness, every breath becomes a quiet dialogue with the Divine, revealing that the journey itself is the truest knowledge.
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Night slips behind veils of stillness,
soundless, obedient to time's rhythm.
The dawn gathers its silvery shawl;
whispers rise from dew-lit fields.
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The Best Poem Of Mystic Qalandar
Light Without End
You are in me,
flickering at the core of silence,
a hidden flame that breathes
through the hollow of my being.
You are the light—
not borrowed, not given,
but the eternal self within the self,
brightest of beings,
my first, my last,
my secret shining name.
In sunlit meadows,
where grasses bow at dawn,
in flowers blooming through the turn of seasons,
in rivers bending like silver prayers—
You illuminate the night.
Not once, not thrice,
but endlessly You return.
You illuminate the night,
You illuminate the night,
until even darkness becomes radiant.
Morning star opening the heavens,
Evening star sealing the horizon,
Falling star scattering fire across the abyss—
You are each glimmer before the eye,
the lamp behind the eye,
the watcher of stars through stars.
Light upon light,
wave upon wave,
worlds dissolving into brighter worlds,
rings of being circling their Source,
light after light after light.
My sky is endless—
a scroll unrolled with no boundary,
painted radiant by a hand unseen.
In this vastness my soul is mirrored:
your breath becomes my breath,
and the true being in me
trembles with the memory of its birth.
It does not burn,
it reflects the flame without wasting—
your boundless light,
mirror upon mirror, echo upon echo,
your boundless light.
Across galaxies uncounted,
through jeweled tides of nebulae,
beyond spirals crashing like oceans of fire—
there You dwell:
a cosmos within,
a cosmos without,
a cosmos ever-expanding through every pore of Being.
All thresholds fall before You—
the skin of an atom no less wondrous
than the vault of the heavens,
for within both whispers
the same unbroken light.
You are the light.
I am the light.
All is the light returning to itself,
the ocean folding wave back into wave.
The One speaks through countless tongues,
yet no voice is other.
All is light,
all is light,
without division,
without end.
The pulse of the universe is one breath.
The tides of galaxies rise and fall in Your rhythm.
Stars are Your scattered beads,
strung along the endless thread of Being.
The lover seeks You,
the saint proclaims You—
yet the search ends at the mirror
where Self and Beloved vanish.
At the threshold of silence
only the flame remains,
burning as All, burning as One.
Rise, rise—
from every particle of dust.
Shine, shine—
through veils that cannot endure.
Flow, flow—
through arteries of creation.
Be, be—
the witness and the witnessed.
All is, all is…
All is the breath of Your endless flame.
All is Light.
In the hidden chambers of atoms—You.
In the unplumbed oceans of time—You.
In the hush between heartbeats—You.
Every prayer returns to its Source.
Every river finds the same sea.
Every orbit bows to its hidden sun.
You are the Light.
I am the Light.
There is no "I" nor "You, "
only the boundless mirror of Being,
only the endless fire.
All is light.
All is light.
Light without end.
—September 13,2025
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'Religiosity may be a good quality, but it must remain within the basket of true spirituality. Excessive religiosity becomes sycophancy—it derails truth and falsifies facts when it is not grounded in genuine spiritual and esoteric understanding.' MyKoul
On Being Like a Hypocrite for Your Children There are moments in parenthood when one must live as a gentle hypocrite—hiding the truth of one's wounds for love's sake. You stay with your children, pretending their missteps, their carelessness, their fleeting ingratitude do not pierce you. Behind the practiced stillness of your smile lies a quiet ache, yet you let them believe you are unshakable—that your patience has no end.But you know how fragile that calm truly is. To reveal your hurt, to let them see the fatigue behind your kindness, is to risk misunderstanding—to be dismissed as too emotional, too weak, too demanding. And so, you choose silence over response, tenderness over correction. You continue loving them quietly, even when that love finds no echo.In time, you learn that maturity bears its own form of heroism: the grace to forgive without acknowledgment, to endure without applause, and to keep loving without reward. Such restraint is not weakness—it is the quiet strength through which love survives itself. MyKoul
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