Ghazal 01
O beautiful wine-bearer, bring forth the cup and put it to my lips
Path of love seemed easy at first, what came was many hardships.
With its perfume, the morning breeze unlocks those beautiful locks
The curl of those dark ringlets, many hearts to shreds strips.
In the house of my Beloved, how can I enjoy the feast
Since the church bells call the call that for pilgrimage equips.
With wine color your robe, one of the old Magi’s best tips
Trust in this traveler’s tips, who knows of many paths and trips.
Ghazal
I wish to go and dwell,
In such a place,
Where there's no one else.
No one to understand my speech,
No one around to talk with,
There, I want to reach.
I wish to build,
One such house,
Without a door to enter,
Ghazal
I am being accused of loving you, that is all
It is not an insult, but a praise, that is all
My heart is pleased at the words of the accusers
O my dearest dear, they say your name, that is all
For what I am ridiculed, it is not a crime
My heart's useless playtime, a failed love, that is all
I haven't lost hope, but just a fight, that is all
Again Thanks-I-Am-Giving~~~~~(Ghazal)
In my life there is room after room of good things
my man is one room for whom thanks-I-am-giving.
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I do not know what good seeds I have been sowing
but for not reaping from my bad deeds thanks-I-am-giving.
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Every day my life kite through the sky is tripping
and through good times and bad times is zipping but thanks-I-am-giving.
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The morning breeze a brand new essence is bringing
Ghazal Of Rumi
I was dead, then alive.
Weeping, then laughing.
The power of love came into me,
and I became fierce like a lion,
then tender like the evening star.
He said, ‘You're not mad enough.
You don't belong in this house.'
Ghazal 119
I don't need
a companion who is
nasty sad and sour
the one who is
like a grave
dark depressing and bitter
a sweetheart is a mirror
a friend a delicious cake
Ghazal 314
You who are not kept anxiously awake for love's sake, sleep on.
In restless search for that river, we hurry along;
you whose heart such anxiety has not disturbed, sleep on.
Love's place is out beyond the many separate sects;
since you love choosing and excluding, sleep on.
Love's dawn cup is our sunrise, his dusk our supper;
you whose longing is for sweets and whose passion is for supper, sleep on.
In search of the philosopher's stone, we are melting like copper;
you whose philosopher's stone is cushion and pillow, sleep on.
Pain Did Not Become Grateful To Medicine
Pain did not become grateful to medicine
I didn't get well; [but it] wasn't bad either
Why are you gathering the Rivals?
[It was just] a mere spectacle [that] took place, no complaint was made
Where would we go to test our fate/ destiny?
When you yourself did not put your dagger to test
How sweet are your lips, that the rival
Ghazal 02
Where is sensible action, & my insanity whence?
See the difference, it is from where to whence.
From the church & hypocritical vestments, I take offence
Where is the abode of the Magi, & sweet wine whence?
For dervishes, piety and sensibility make no sense
Where is sermon and hymn, & the violin's music whence.
Upon seeing our friend, our foes put up their defense
Where is a dead lantern, & the candle of the sun whence?
My eye-liner is the dust of your door and fence
Where shall I go, tell me, you command me whence?
Fawn Ghazal
Inside a snowy blanket which put the trees to sleep,
I heard a fawn.
Out past the window's ice coat in the morning, I
found a sleeping fawn.
There are men in yellow kitchens watching hands of
brown-eyed women
while men in orange jackets dream in secret, of
capturing a fawn.
Ghazal 03
That beautiful Shirazi Turk, took control and my heart stole,
I'll give Samarkand & Bukhara, for her Hindu beauty mole.
O wine-bearer bring me wine, such wine not found in Heavens
By running brooks, in flowery fields, spend your days and stroll.
Alas, these sweet gypsy clowns, these agitators of our town
Took the patience of my heart, like looting Turks take their toll.
Such unfinished love as ours, the Beloved has no need,
For the Perfect Beauty, frills and adornments play no role.
I came to know Joseph's goodness, that daily would increase
..........Thinking..........
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I do not think you will see me
write a sonnet to a tree
matter of fact I don't think you will see
another sonnet written by me...
on the other hand, I think you all
will see me try my hand at a ghazal!
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Thanks-I-Am-Giving~~~~~(Ghazal)
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In my life there is room after room of good things
my man is one room for whom thanks-I-am-giving.
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I do not know what good seeds I have been sowing
but for not reaping bad deeds thanks-I-am-giving.
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Every day my life kite is tripping through the sky
and time zones are zipping but thanks-I-am-giving.
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*shrine
The great poet the lover the mystic
Who wrote recipes for the broken hearts
Spake of the rubies jewels of Bagram
The curvaceous beauties from India
The one who brought divine word down
In his language of love in Pashto he wrote
The beginner of ghazal when he said that
He became King when he became humble
On soft tunes of rebab when the old dervish
Of his tavern his mausoleum of mud made
- - - - In Awe Of Blue
This morning the sun spattered the world with blue
Skies and from their resting places the winds blew
In reply. Now around us we see blue jays,
Blue grass, blue bells, blue ribbons, all sea blue.
The birds scatter from here and everywhere
And we’re in awe of what comes out of the blue.
What do we detect above the mountain tops?
A Ghazal - He And We
wind water earth sky - all things remain the same
for our Lord in heaven above we are but a game
He tests us at every step if we fail
not He but we're ourselves to blame
all day the devotees throng His shrine
chanting His name spreading His fame
desires they've sown for ages in their hearts
Bridge Ghazal
My love and I reside upon the belly of a bridge
with heartbeats of the sky?--the drums upon the bridge.
I've heard of songs that rise at night from pitch black oceans.
I've heard the strums of lyrics made by four hands on a bridge.
My love and I do landscapes for the gardens of the sea.
At night we sleep as seedlings at the center of its bridge.
Once I saw a Sufi breathe in seabirds, and send them out again.
A Poem For Aniqa
What indeed is your patrimony
My sweet child, Aniqa!
A few 'ghazal' compositions, a handful of
poems
Which are but treasures
Of broken hearts, given for safekeeping
To your dad?
These are tales
Of days bygone
Ghazal English - Let Us Review
Come, let's refresh our promises
Or else it will scatter like petals from a flower
You were never mine, nor to be or will be
You are part of me like a soul in my body
You are always playing with my sentiments
Like throwing a pigeon in the air
And you performed those rituals as if
Ghazal English ~ Under The Sky.
Never offer your heart to any strangers
They will return it without heed, under the sky.
In the lonely nights, if you look at the moon restively,
Thousand thoughts will rush in, under the sky.
In that pompous but empty world, there isn't a cacophony,
Don't let the waves rush towards the shore, under the sky.
When it rains, run and yell aloud,