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I never knew

how to filter

myself in poetry

distraught as I attempt

to write for Layla

I became fearful

and look towards a garden

where I may find a

rose like none

to praise instead

as a consequence

a causation

a veil

to conceal

my love for layla

If Poetry is a Sin

Some question if poetry

Is a sin

praising mere creation

as an act of infidelity

seeking purity

abstainining from poetry

to any given true layla

Is the greatest sin

try it and you shall see

feel and experience

hell instantly

provided you were

designed to praise

love and be

so endearingly

Caged Soul Bird

Caged Soul Bird

We heal when we express

the act of letting our emotions

run wild

inking on paper

excess

by penning our heart

we free ourself from

cellular memory

holding pain

if failed to release

accumulates

spiral and binds

constricts and confines

to suffocate our soul

numbing our heart

so to be cold

deaf dumb and blind

this is not why we came

we came to feel

one another’s pain

expression is release

so to relate

from me to we

we are free

you’ve unlocked

your caged soul bird

setting her free

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

jealously

on skin and smiles

salvitating

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

Emotion is All

Pen the nostalgia

emotion can be captured

in order to extract the

essence

emotion is not to be wasted

ever

for the mystic

emotion is all

it is Haal

being aware allows

transmutation

if we listen

that is

to our heart

unless we

silence ourselves

how then shall we

hear

how then shall we

know

The Guest is God

Feelings are guests of the heart

How do we treat our guest?

In the Path of Love, the guest is ‘God’

or a guest of God.

This particular guest arrives without notice and leaves without notice

seat your guest on your finest interior

where heart rules and mind inferior

the guest has a role

listen to her

she has lessons to teach

her language is silence

so listen attentively

when she leaves

is up to her

your job is honor the guest

pen your heart and whirl

or so as inspired

once the lessons are learned

the guest usually

disappears

and when you least expect

it

another shall be sent

these guests are all

messengers of love

why not rejoice

you have a guest

the guest

is a sage

a saint

a mad man

a dancer

an ashiqa

a melancholic

a drunk

honor every visitor

seat her on your

finest interior

where heart rules

and mind inferior

This Poetic Licence

this poetic license

served a mystic

so conveniently

who by other means

would be condemned to

a death penalty

for uttering

blasphemy.

poetry saved her

from the cross

of Jesus

the be heading of Husaaina

and a Hallaji destiny