Category Archives: english language ghazals

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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[soundcloud url=”http://api.soundcloud.com/tracks/44359907″ iframe=”true” /] The well of memory cries out for water: Where are the days I longed to hold her! My lost love with long black curly hair: Why are her lips pale and without care? We wait and wait … Continue reading →

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The Word was born to reveal love’s Silence, And heal the tyrannical mind of violence. The Ancient One came in the black of night; By dawn, he was lost to our longing sight. He was abandoned on that hill of … Continue reading →

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Dawn fills my glass with the wine of the Sun; my heart drinks the light of the Ancient One. Cry and cry to forever drown in his Bliss: swallow your blood tears to receive his kiss. Give up hope of … Continue reading →

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Green grows the heart’s longing, vines on fire Breathing your name in love’s ascending gyre. Green grows the longing heart skyward, bright Tongues of flame praising the sweet Word of light. Your name, your bright name is our dawn laughter … Continue reading →

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The brave wolf of Gubbio returns to growl at thieves, And with bared fangs snarls at those who deceive; Dove, crow and thrush assemble with hawk and owl In Tree of Shimmering Leaf- and preach to the dull; All the … Continue reading →

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  The Perfect Master reveals the Maha Yoga of you go- Just like the perfect actor’s self vanishes in a show. When the I, at last, starts to disappear from the Mind The Ego whines in protest that it is going blind. … Continue reading →

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The succession of bad ideas we call modern history Is crowned by Consumerism in all its plastic glory. The will to power of corporate and military greed Has poisoned the people with cruel and false needs. Big Fist occupies the … Continue reading →

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Last night, I was reminded of how strange life can be- my dream described a land where the blind can see. The blind with no eyes at all for surveying this world, which is but a dull shadow of the … Continue reading →

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