Khidr to Moses

woolen socks

she asked what is real

green shawl

she asked how true

this claim

Socrates revealed

ask and you shall receive

I know I know

she replied

the very first step

I know not

the other said

as Khidr to Moses

we take heed


I am aware of how these Pirs will operate in the most subtle ways

Wrapped in green shawls

Unveiling an ankle

As if no one would notice

drunk in yourself

remember I am a mirage

I show you you

you became love struck

seeing you

It’s all you

who’s fault is this


you came pretending

I see through this pretense

a master arrived

pretending to be otherwise

That Wicked Smile


Those smiling eyes

That wicked smile

I see more than a swami

A light being

So radiant

Heaven’s breath

She steals my heart

I would do anything for

a lifetime companionship

With this one

Journeying the path of divine

Those layered shawls

A mystic I know

From that realm

Where loyal souls

Were one

Meeting Light

Some believed without proof

Through their inner eye

That did not lie

Upon first sight

When meeting light

While others needed proof

Bhudda in Arabia

we met Bhudda in Arabia

amidst desert ruins

he traveled with us to Ganges

so to distribute gifts from the Hijaz

accompanied by Jilani’s daughter

we gave all we had

an order came to climb

Mount Shakti

surpassing pilgrims

we ascended to her peak

faster than lightening

we arrived

a Red Sea summoned us

to swim with dolphins

an ageless monk

looked my way

filling these eyes

she uttered Jesus

swim till you drown

annihilation a must

a great ship arrived

hauling us on board

upon it twelve avatars

the nobles of Arabia

to whom we bowed

basking in their light

we boarded a disc

resembling a full moon

desiring the golden dome

mirroring the sun’s glory

eyes downcast, we descended

to kiss his munificent feet

frozen in time-embedded in stone

we journeyed outward

to intergalactic worlds

these parallel dimensions

we flew with those who

bask in light – day and night

immersed in the most

illuminated being

a queen of Sirius unveiled herself

knowing none but sound

she played like none

we travelled onwards

with a caravan

drunk in ecstatic love

we arrived

a desolate planet

echoed our hymns

as we sung poetic offerings

I recalled Saturn

we rushed to her river

sipping love’s drink

in ruby studded goblets


a teacher within all

speaks to us

words, whispers

murmurs, madness

laughter, laments

silence, secrets

brings us to listening

as the guide within