Archive | January 2020

An Ashiq’s Game: Maqtal

An Aashiq’s game

the battlefield a stain

your followers, an enviable attain

Imam Zain in pain

Zainab laments pure rain

Asghar Ali in disdain

Sakina trembles ain ain?

Abbas’ body blain

service his only aim!

Ya Hussain!

Ya Hussain!

Shimmer enters hell’s lane

arrows drip dum Hussain

Shah Hast Hussain!

eyes on Zuljana’s mane

your eyes downcast, plain

perfumed corpse in Ishq’s chain

cosmos numb to explain.

.Silence I ascertain.

(Fatiha)

skies fail to contain

heaven’s wails fail to retain

beyond time, your name again

in every grain

every sip your name!

a lover‘s terrain

a holy campaign

truth and justice twain

from injustice and tyranny we abstain

say not tragedy! are you insane?

no loss only gain

their claims,

how inhumane

with you we remain

our Mawla Hussain

all else mundane

our heart’s breathe:

Ya Hussain

Ya Hussain

Ya Habibi Ya Hussain

Habibi Ya Hussain

Medina to Makkah you came
peace your train
a holy caravain
72 lovers from Haramain
my heart complains
of this pain
driving me insane
You slain?
not in vain!
eternal spirit of Hashemain
Love we feign?
Truth we claim

Ya Habibi Ya Hussain
no blame
to Abel or Cane
Yazeed’s shame
his father insane
a tyrant’s reign
for worldly gain
how vain!
An Aashiq’s game
the battlefield a stain
your followers, an enviable attain
Imam Zain in pain
Zainab laments pure rain
Asghar Ali in disdain
Sakina trembles ain ain?
Abbas’ body blain
service his only aim!

Ya Hussain!
Ya Hussain!

Shimmer enters hell’s lane
arrows drip dum Hussain
Shah Hast Hussain!
eyes on Zuljana’s mane
your eyes downcast, plain
perfumed corpse in Ishq’s chain
cosmos numb to explain.

.Silence I ascertain.
(Fatiha)

skies fail to contain
heaven’s wails fail to retain
beyond time, your name again
in every grain
every sip your name!
a lover‘s terrain
a holy campaign
truth and justice twain
from injustice and tyranny we abstain
say not tragedy! are you insane?
no loss only gain
their claims,
how inhumane
with you we remain
our Mawla Hussain
all else mundane
our heart’s breathe:
Ya Hussain
Ya Hussain

A Language Unveiled

Our independence

became dependent

in totality

wholly

to reflect one other

deciphering patterns

when randomness failed

a language unveiled

where words betrayed

a magnificent unveiling

these pages silenced

your absence in equation

nothing revealed

my being depends

upon our existence

I seek reflection

in every moment

where breaths exchange

I inhale only to exhale

You

The Unknown You

In your remembrance

I was made aware

of how long before

you remembered me

I know not you

by sight or sound

but through

this remembrance

of your essence

a heart to heart

this peculiar affinity

a knowing from eternity

you appeared formless

your name was shown

etched upon your manuscript

It’s cover red sulfur

containing the contained

from a chain of masters

(The Ishraqiyyun)

this repeated remembrance

a surreal consciousness

of art and artisan

engraving my heart

with your name

repeatedly echoing

as Laila to every Majnun

that’s all I know

you by name

in this presence

of the unknown you

I continue to remember

as you continue

to remember me

Entangled in Space

every moment

form transitions to matter

breath a witness

between two worlds

I witness breath

in a realm of knowing

entangled in space

suspended in eternity

with closed eyes

to detract this duality

In Caves and Cafes

Time a mental construct

who can prove that time is limited

to a 24 day cycle

as reality

in another realm

1 day spans 500 years

time is subjective

our discourses over lattes

in caves and cafes

today

yesterday

now

tomorrow

no ago of weeks or days

no sorrow

I am not aware

anymore

of the space time claims

to create a false notion

of borders

and malicious veils

romantic fairytales

sung by Layla’s lying eyes

seeking Khais

his reflection appears

upon desert dunes

his face shimmers in the silent sun

was he the sun or an eclipsed moon

Khais reappears time again

in the mirage

beneath widowed palms

of Arabian sands

uttering time is a greater mirage

i am only a reflection