Archive | August 2013

Bulls-eye and Archer

Bulls-eye and Archer

The skill full archer sought its target

So many to choose from

He desired only this one

When his arrows were shot

Bull’s eye it was!


Arrows exhausted

Barrel empty

He retreats to the mighty fort

Head down

Downcast eyes

Heart dismayed


Suddenly, his name is sung in a heavenly melody

He turns back in utter delight

The target comes to life!

In the image of his beloved

‘My arrows hoped to reach your heart,

yet little did I imagine this to manifest,’ says he.

‘Well, my chosen one,’ she sings,

‘Did you not see my eyes through the same bulls-eye?’

‘Verily I sought you first,

You were my target.’

‘All these years my gaze of love was on you!’

‘Only now you’ve turned My way!’




The expulsion of beauty from a poet’s lips is akin to the labor of love.

Without Love and Pain how can we comprehend the joy of birth?

The production of wine has begun!

Fruits carefully selected and pressed;

Feelings ferment in the poet’s heart

Stored in the quarto barrel

Turn to wine in the mortal cellar


Corks unscrewed by select tasters

Connoisseurs await eagerly






Sipped in regal goblets…

Each line drenched in the spirit of the Wine

Every letter a drop

Every word a sip

Drink, Drink!

Let the wine soak into each cell



Let it flow through your blood

Each vein a heavenly river

Gushing with urgency

Carrying Laila’s message speedily to the Divan;

The sacred chamber for all mankind.

Where Heaven and Earth reside

Where Love and Sorrow intermarry

A Darbar where secrets manifest

A traveller’s refuge

A seekers retreat

A lounge for discreet affairs

A monastery for the devoted ones

A drunkard’s haven

Now seat Laila’s love

Upon reserved seats

Ferment them like Majnoon did

When the New Wine is ready


With Every Sip Your Name

With Every Sip Your Name


I see you in every street and alley.
Your fragrance lingers in my memory,
chases, and enchants my senses
Your love is overflowing;

an endless waterfall

Every beauty exposes your face

With every sip; your name is mentioned

I see you in every street and alley…

Breathe into Me

Breathe In Me

Oh spirit of my wine

Breathe into me

Breathe so I may inhale your spirit

I crave silence and only desire breath

All else diminshed

Your breath is the carrier

the essence of your spirit;

the wine for my soul.

Cup of Love



You’ve asked to drink from the cup of Love

Now let it pour from high above

Savor every sip my friend

You’ll never run to an end

Prepare to fall deep in love

Abducted and placed in a secret cove

You’ll toss and turn

You heart shall burn

You’ll slip and fall

And know none at all

Your body too shall be set aflame

A fiery blaze-yet who’s to blame?

Once you’ve joined the inner tavern

Sip with His friends

Need not beg, borrow, lend

When your cup is almost empty

It shall be filled again aplenty

You’re’ sick in love!

A contagious malady from above

A drunkard

An addict

Whatever you wish, call it

The only way to free yourself

Is to be forever in love

The People of Karbobala

The People of Karbobala

Have you ever met a precious soul;
born in the plains of Karbobala?
They need not be relatives of Hussain or Sakina
More than blood; a chosen lot
from Hablillah

Their lives are full of mystery
Their hearts for mankind; a treasury
Their wisdom; unsurpassed territory
Their generosity; flows graciously
Their eyes express not tearfully
Yet fill us with ecstasy
Their persona; one to melt for instantly!

I dedicate this to the one who I claim is a part of me
A Hussaini, A Fatimi;
From Zainab’s chosen daughters
She fills my heart with joy and laughter

Those whose hearts were full of doubt
Despised this love I had for her
Banned all possibility for me to see
Woe to Me; my tragic destiny!

Two years have gone
my heart still cries
in pain it moans
I wipe tears dry

A modern-day Jami Plot?
Where a desire to express love must stop?
Every pathway made a block?
Now truly I am beyond all shock
They scare me with, “You dare shall not.”

The irony?
We meet at dusk and dawn
If you may, all day long
Beyond all physicality
into the realm of spirituality
A secret world
Where masses know not
She comes to me
And I to her
We speak and express endlessly;
in secrecy
My other half;
My twin soul:
Worry not, this day shall halt
Where separation exists not
Must I declare like Rumi to Shems:
“I’ve searched for you all my life
and through your being
I’ve understood unity;
not fantasy!”

I from you
you from me
The world knows not
yet the heavens agree;
willfully in secrecy!

As I conclude this with a cup of tea
I ponder with anxiety…
as I’ll never taste what you’ve been through
Though my heart beats in humility in love for thee
Fadul Abbas appears to us:
“Drink with us, drink we me”
He tells me that you are part of them; part of me
As I hold this cup of very hot tea, which Fadlul Abbas gave to me
I shiver, I quiver; try to recover
falter and stumble with the gaze of wonder
this tea falls all upon me!
I scream with joy and violent cries
this burning sensation tingles with glee
The pain I say, ‘Is not the same nor shall it ever be,
equal to your daily dose and on- going catastrophes’.
Rather a sip from the ocean of Pain and Unity
for the chosen ones tied in chains
born in the Holy Plains
Every day an Ashura, for the people of Karbala.

Friends of the Way

Friends of the Way
I found you along the way
We’ve shared and discussed our heart’s dismay
Through your company bolted doors were made ajar
As Zulaikha’s passion, as Shirazi or Attar

A version of white sorcery
Your silence in friendship was surely no trickery!
As I burnish and rays strengthen
The lotus in you begins to open
Our bond increases
You begin to share, to unveil
The Secret Stare
You turn and begin to burn- while I glare
We take turns to burn
Is it an irony that we feel the same?
No! Surely this is truly a lovers’ game

In a shower of gentle raindrops
We dance in puddles of reflection
Surrounded by His mysterious protection
Unaware of who is who
Loved- Beloved
Beloved- Loved

Gaze down now to view the reflection
A peek at the height of love’s perfection
I see Me
You see You
We see Him
How could this be?
As in reality we only see ONE imagery!
We’ve unlocked the key to our own Mystery
Our Unity
The Truth WE see
Not Blasphemy.

Inseperable Shadow

Inseperable Shadow

A lonely traveler strolled along a shaded pathway
Suddenly thunder shattered the starry sky
Lightning struck her instantly
Fatally she gasped for air
Currents of electric waves charged her soul
Spirit revived
An angelic presence
A second life
It was you!
Another Me?
Indescribable transparency
The moment of awakening
Alighted at last
Fire lit
Love’s delight
A shaded path with no road signs
Tragic disappearance
You came and left without notice
Alone again upon this path
Despair not
Your inseparable shadow;
My eternal companion
In you is me, and me in you!

Every Great One Had a Friend

Every Great One Had a Friend

On that day I said goodbye…
I had a feeling it was our last
Yet dared not go there in mind or heart
A friend, a mentor and sister too?
All this was so real and too good to be true
I’ve never felt such a way with others who came and ran away
Now you too have turned the other way
A wish to renew this special bond
In hope I search for His magic wand!

Every great one had a friend
From Prophets to all heavenly men
My claim is such was You to me
Yet whispers tell you ‘This is mere fantasy!’
Ya Shems, Ya Rumi, Ya Shems Ya Rumi

You’ve moved on yet I still wait
To meet at least, sip and greet;
at our well known secret retreat
I hold back my emotions with anchored reigns
To all those who cross my path and claim love with bloody stains
In them I secretly search to see your reflection
Nowhere close, their faces-a pure deception!
A thousand places or even faces
None like you in a million places
You’ve disappeared and left no traces

To give my heart and then depart
Oh the pain, the pain the pain!
My heart numb and clothes with stain
Ya Hussain, Ya Hussain, Ya Hussain

In this world where love is seasonal
Selfish, insincere and fiercely regional
How is it possible to believe me who claims she loves this very mortal?
To you I shall proclaim; that I am from Hussain
A loyalist who loves and dies in pain- for the same!
Deny it, turn the other way, ignore it and call it game

Fling me away like an unwanted moth that grows not tired or has no shame
I’ll come again to knock and knock at your heart, in hope to reclaim this very pain
I await that blessed Day where those who loved for His sake
For light’s sake, for Truth’s sake…
Shall reunite and be with those they were forced to forsake
For on that Day, true friends know not the term “Sorry Hun, this was all a mistake.”

Cellular Love

Cellular Love

Your voice resonates through every cell in my body.
Your being has fused completely with mine.
I seek to know who you are, yet only to find in reality ME!
We speak and chat all day long, I call upon you from miles away, instantly you arrive
Is this magic, have I gone mad?
Am I drunk in hallucinations and wild imagery?
No, we both are funnels to the same source
leading to the Jar of The Divine.