Archive | January 2021

Women Who Blaspheme

in order to survive

i had to let go

of what others would say

my words akin to blasphemy

for many, for the majority

I blasphemed my way into

palaces of gold

dynasties of old

hearts of coal

blackened by immorality

distorted spirituality

softened by my words

infused in ishq

as fire to ore

you ask for more

your elements transmuted

you melt in her presence

i am a witness

a spiritual seductress

as my pen inked itself

I held it gently

as I hold your heart

so not to disrupt this flow

on papyrus and tablets

this is our art

women who blaspheme

the likes of Scherazade

shunned saints

storytellers we are

in perfumed bazars

of Khorasan

sipping the wine of Attar

inducted into harems

dates dipped in rum

pomegranate delicacies

tender Turkish delights

powdered in ecstasy

a lover’s haven

assumed gardens of Eden

rose scented hammams

infested with chanters

maidens and ghilmans

we scandalously sing

we women who blaspheme

lay on Persian rugs

wrapped in chiffon

as the moon glares


on skin and smiles


inhaling oud like shisha

dusty clouds form

disguising lost lust

Marjina seeks Ali baba

Laila embraces Majun

orientalist or literalist

they ask for more

saqi O saqi

I hear your pleas

shall I pour Shirazi

or cherried Maysara

I Entered Your Heart

your remembrance

brings me to

the ocean of unity

where love subsists

in absence of duality

some souls were meant

to disappear

in order to stay


by no fault of my own

did I enter your heart

A Mother’s Touch

In heaven’s clouds

I think of you

I forgot to hold my gaze

long enough

so to pierce into your eyes

telling you how much

I love you

so to watch you smile

as I utter

words you already know

I forgot to hold your hand

while you walked

retelling your heart tales

so to remind us

this path we stroll

hand in hand

till eternity

where separation

exists not

I forgot to embrace you

moments longer


before I departed

this time

a door called nostalgia

opened itself

ushering me into

her lounge

all I knew was scent

smiles and glances

laughter concealed

with memories

of yesterday


I long for

the warmth

of your nurturing


forever a child

in your presence

grace me more

craving the softness

of a mother’s touch

a father’s embrace

what more

shall I say


You were so preoccupied

in preserving, serving


everyone else’s tablet

we noticed

your story remains


so we asked you to unfold

scribe your book

in letters of gold

scented with camphor

inked in enternia

retelling tales of old

ancient secrets

embedded in your

royal blue blood

transfuse me

through your telling

lessons of longing and love

wisdom foretelling

truths from within

to kith and kin

seekers and wanderers

humans and jinn

No Explanations

when you experience yourself

there are no explanations

or unnecessary apologies

this you with you

is as real as it gets

so to know you

through you

you must meet you

in many forms

unveiling you to you


pure transparency

where light and dark


Dream to Dream

Dreams are Universal DNA codes

may we continue to dream

to dream like never before

to draw from our dream


and live to live

the dream;

e s s e n c e

from a multiverse


of whispering truths

specs of ongoing


those who listen

manifest from


the real realm

where KUN

exists between

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