Category Archives: english language ghazals

The Prophet smiles at all the warring tribes, Even though ridiculed by their many jibes. Christ laughs at the crown of thorns on his head: Because of Mercy, he has only grace to shed. Majnun cried and cried for his … Continue reading →

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In the old days, ponies were painted with color, And we met the quarry with vigorous valor. Now, we chase fast food burger in enameled car, And bravely parade our prowess with tattooed scar. In the old days, we lived … Continue reading →

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Bells ring, the heart sings god is dead– Love awakes: The God Man smiles with infinite pain for our sake. O the pain, the dull pain of the mind’s bitter greed That plants and reaps eternally such barren seed. Drown … Continue reading →

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After we were colonized and homogenized More or less, we agreed to be mesmerized. We sacrificed and gilded a bull to Progress To atone for the blood of our rapacious lust. O dazzling Future- bury the past with aplomb: May … Continue reading →

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Crazy my love for the Lover beyond reproach; Alas for the heart that drinks her poison hooch! She gave me her lips again and again, but now I can’t remember who, or when, or where, or how! My memories have … Continue reading →

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[soundcloud url=”http://api.soundcloud.com/tracks/51612476″ iframe=”true” /] All the pain behind your laugh and smile Is your grace that destroys our vast denial. What we long thought was your ocean of bliss, We now know drowns us slowly kiss by kiss. How can … Continue reading →

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Hi-Po the hippo was abandoned as a baby; Mr Hippo became his unwitting daddy. Mrs Hippo yearned to keep the baby boy Left on their doorstep, but he wanted no such joy. This cute baby hippo inspired his decision That … Continue reading →

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In the year of the Water Dragon, good luck Quacks her way to market like a Peking duck. Power ebbs and dribbles into a big puddle, And confidence dissipates into a muddle. In the last year of the 13th Baktun, … Continue reading →

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I long for the smile of  the beloved of God, Her smile that felt the pain of his every nod. Mehera is all grace that blesses our longing; She is the laugh that encourages our singing. Your forehead bears the … Continue reading →

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I am the slave of desire and expectation; My speech is twisted by the play of jinn. A squawking jay from high hell, why describe The noxious nest of mind where I reside? I was never an angel squatting in … Continue reading →

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