Archive | May 2022

Between Free Will and Destiny

I am dumbfounded

yet equally guilty

of knowing yet

not practicing fully

should I be jailed

in the prison of my own body

blaming fate to divine decree

do I submit being imprisoned

like Joseph

do I blame Zulaikha

or the prison guard

or applaud the staff of Moses

or the kingdom of Nimrod

do I admit none is resigned

solely to fate

do I question absolute free will

as my destiny

how about fifty fifty

between I am the creator

of my destiny

while equally submitting to

heaven’s decree

attached yet detached

I don’t know how

yet I do know how

I am capable

I am weak

I am active

I am passive

I must do

I must watch

I must trust

this very path

Cathartic Release

pain how you arrived

without notice

through you a rebirth

thank you

this pain reaches deep

in the recess of darkness

a softening of the heart

one must weep

oceans of cathartic release

like Jonah

alone with this pain

except that one

who is one

with my oneness

privy to pain

we heal

pain teaches

what no guru

yet uttered

stay with me

be with me

love me compassionately

all answers within

Abtar

Abtar they taunted

this heart feels haunted

our eyes shed tears

as verses resounded

through Zahra’s Itra

abundance abounded

abtar they mocked

through Ali’s Hasnain

your perpetual progeny

constantly remain

abtar they shouted

cut from prosperity

ocular blindness

an ironic tragedy

addressing Al Mustafa

as one without a son

owner of the plentitude fountain

of munificent abundance

how strangely they speak to you

we pity this ignorance eternally

as your existence

encompasses all incessantly

abtar I deny

wiping your tears dry

oh beloved who’s soul

is softer than a rosy cloud

forgive us for ignoring

your noble household

Hallaj and Hussain

remember lovers

claim not love

if pain

is more dear than love

to qualify as an ashiq

one must be husaain

to be a husaaini

you’ll be tested

ruined royally

with your all

and every spec

will be inspected

weighed on scales

many rejected

filtered and sifted

purified and uplifted

until this love is

haqq

only then you’ll be slain

joining the ranks of

hallaj and husaain

Fragrance of Madina

this love

reminds me of a kite

the innocence of childhood

the child is owner and witness

together yet distant

united yet longs

loving you is like admiring

a red kite

while I hold the string

I can’t touch it

I am simply admiring

joyfully

as it sails in the wind

It brings joy

but I do want to hold the kite

which I claim is mine

I’ll never let go of this string

I’ll never forget the fragrance

of madina

Until This Love is Haqq

remember lovers

claim not love

if pain

is more dear than love

to qualify as an ashiq

one must be husaain

to be a husaaini

you’ll be tested

ruined royally

with your all

and every spec

will be inspected

weighed on scales

many rejected

filtered and sifted

purified and uplifted

until this love is

haqq

only then you’ll be slain

joining the ranks of

hallaj and husaain

Pearl Oyster

who would of imagined

that one who claims

to love you

kills you

destroys you

annihilates you

who would of imagined

a love like a husaaini

became your destiny

on the eve of Ashura

the jaws of death in Karbala

appeared as a pearl oyster

to every lover

who asked for the highest love

Husain summoned his lovers

leave as tomorrow your fate

is a deadly death

skin and bones

blood and massacre

ya mawla we would never

leave your side

for even a blink of an eye

as death in you

more dear than life

in absence of you

there is no point

a 1001, a 1001 lives

we slay

for you janem

Escape Artist

I hope to come out

of my chronic psychosis

the escape artist story

the victim story

chose life above all

and nothing less

is not love

enough of

reason to live

now