Category Archives: english language ghazals

The pretender plays not to love pure and natural, but blunders his part with repetitive babble. To require an audience is the most basic mistake: the insecure demand a show to conceal what is fake. Cogent rapport is well timed … Continue reading →

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[cincopa AUHAAb6RxbCt]the story of our nation is based on exceptional tragedy; our blood soaked bravery proudly waves the flag of cupidity. columbus came looking for gold, but returned with feathered slaves; historic conceit, moreover, crowned him an exemplary knave. in … Continue reading →

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since the beginning, god’s own whim has always inspired us: “who am i” has nurtured our voice from stone to singing dust. our thirst has grown gradually to become our best friend; it is on the glass of desire that … Continue reading →

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In India Santa laughs and loudly farts- Jai Ho! It’s time to harness the bullocks to the cart- Jai Ho! The snow is falling but melting super fast- Jai Ho! By arti it will be mud all soft and nasty- … Continue reading →

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The vigor of youth allures many to an early death; much better to surrender all illusion with each breath. Iskandar’s teacher was from the brilliant academy; but desire goaded him on to ludicrous victory. Such dominion over foreign lands is … Continue reading →

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Nietzsche had it right when he declared god is dead: The Christian legacy had long since been put to bed. The fervor of Patrick paddling the Ocean for Christ, Has now become a mega church prosperity heist! Not even Francesco … Continue reading →

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The Magian Elder has long black curly hair; His forehead shines with a light that removes all despair. Zoroaster was the first Avatar since the “big freeze,” even if to modern learning this is one big huge tease. It was … Continue reading →

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“Yezdan, Yezdan” was the intimate breath of Sheriar; This ancient name was his preserver and protector. Walking, he would remember the timeless Godman; As for the world, since a boy he did not give a damn. The worship of the … Continue reading →

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The lover with a long curly wig shot me a glance; this was just the beginning of a risqué romance. The early light blessed me with a god-awful headache: my sincerity was much too painful to relate. What can I … Continue reading →

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Step after step we track you searching for some sign; the salt of our tears burns our throat as your sweet wine. We bear your living presence in our longing heart; but your curls and dancing eyes we can’t live … Continue reading →

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