Archive | February 2021

Your Guest Has Arrived

arriving in your presence

by the will of your presence

I am present

I know not how to stay present

in your presence

every distraction, a refraction

of your being

you whose presence is present

in all presence

this one pointed presence

an arduous task

for the one in your presence

all present reflect your presence

I’ve lost track of your presence

everywhere you!

very glance you!


lost in confusion

a life uttering your name

yet not knowing you

how ironic?

Your guest has arrived

not by her will

or even desire

who invited who

why do you seek the presence

of the one who lacks presence

in your very presence

unaware of who is who

please clarify

every gaze you

every voice you

all you

you seeking you

I wonder why your presence

presents its presence





you appear

to distracted hearts

yearning your presence

through your presence

through all presence

your reality ever present

all in existence by virtue of you

a desire to know your essence

so to access true presence

through your names

teach me you

teach me your names

through your very presence

or these ghazals sung by your


infuse on my tongue words

drenched in ecstatic praise

like the qawwals of Hind

inscribe on my heart

the qasaids sung by your lovers

who long for you

a sip of the ilahis

I wouldn’t mind

anything from you

would do

a drop of your blood transfused

to this absentee

would revive her dead heart

a sip from Fatima’s Kausar

would revive this barren soul

in desperation I’ll take anything

from my Leigh lord

the cause of creation

Ya Sahib al Miraj

Ya Khaba Khawsain

all my words a facade

a grand mirage

an attempt to love

the Most Beloved.

In Order To Return

in order to return

we had to digress

to transgress

in excess

in order to return

in order not to worship

the habit

habit had to be discarded

This Worship less Worship

this ritualism

to the T

lead you to worship

the worship

in lieu of the

Most Worshipped

a worship-less worship

mechanical wayfaring

this was not the point.

addicted to rosary

until insanity arrived

hollow hymns

fill the cosmos

as helium to hot air

heart wanders

to repetitive mentions


breathless rhythms

mindless mantras

as I persists

psychosis subsists

soul seeks presence

we are brought back to


to be reminded of


in our worship less


letting go of attached



celestial garbs

realization dawns

at predawn

when we awaken

to insomnia

remembering the Beloved

by means of a beloved

we draw near.

we seek pardon

from our self

through our self.

breaking away from

repetitive rituals

I dared my soul

to detach

choosing blame

as The Way

straying from

hyper religiosity

we danced to

transgressive spirituality

in order to cloak

a supposed reality

of dependency to form

apparels and shawls

soul shackling


as if the point of

of all this was to call

towards oneself

as a retribution

to our salvation

all these


dissect the norm

deconstruct to dissolve

so to divert attention

by triggering

mass confusion

to filter

only the Real

after the storm

through this worship-less


Sweet Poison

beneath the breath

is the lover

in the breath

is the mirror

the breath in breath

is all we

the sweetness

of her love

was the poison

that killed

her heart