Category Archives: english language ghazals

The Water Snake has slithered into our calendar, And begins to coil the days into a sepulcher. All the gold hoarded by Dragon already rolls Out of Wall St banks into the dark caves of trolls. The flying robots of … Continue reading →

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Iran launches a turbaned monkey into space To boost the reputation of its fall from grace. The theocrats must prove they are scientific- Not backward and superstitious country hicks. O monkey, your name is Supreme Ayatollah- The chattering vicegerent of … Continue reading →

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When a man pulls out his dick and reveals a gun, He is confessing: I am more macho than anyone. America the beautiful and the utterly flaccid, Cannot swallow enough viagra to be respected. The impotence of our rage drives us … Continue reading →

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The magic play of her eyebrow like a crescent Drives me crazy with lust for her heavenly scent. The poet protests love loves not those whom love Fattens, but makes destitute: such is his reproof. O God, bent and witless … Continue reading →

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Lives of regret fire my longing for eyes of light: Despair is the veil that will reveal lips of delight! The body of my idol is stark naked purity, And her curves are full of robust sanctity. The chains of … Continue reading →

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What God or gods will hear out our tale to the very end; We drone a tune on and on not even we comprehend. The dull pain of stone is a song locked away in granite That groans for ten … Continue reading →

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The rules for targeted killing are as follows: Piss off Big Fist, and swing from the gallows! Do not mess with the National Security State Or Guantanamo will be your rotting fate. Do not try to hide from vigilante drones- … Continue reading →

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Rama draws back his bow and lets go his arrow; O were it my Soul liberated from life’s sorrow! I long to incur that blessing full of such wrath That my valiant death kisses his feet with mirth. Ravana was … Continue reading →

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Slow the spirit to burst into ardent flame: We hem and haw about dying to our shame. We parade our rare and precious  ego Like it were a must-see, brilliant show! Sodden and sodden is our dull ardor- Our courage … Continue reading →

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