Category Archives: english language ghazals

A foot that would wander with joy at night, A hand that would pluck a fist of flowers: That hand was severed, and that foot crushed By the ambush of death’s gnashing jaws. پای که همی رفت بشبستان سر مست … Continue reading →

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The black snake winds around the Missouri and chokes the Sioux Nation with misery. Black venom slithers across sacred land, but water Protectors make a last stand. Bullets and burning gas- grenades explode; Big Fist shoots water canon in bitter … Continue reading →

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I, the lost one, find my way to the ocean’s shore, where none can hear my grief above the surf’s roar. I would drown at once the sound of my own thought- I would die now and forever to all … Continue reading →

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The best selling “The Making of a Terrorist”, by Alfredo Wonk, at 900 pages, might kill you if it fell on your head. Which is why you should wear your favorite Superbowl helmet when reading it. Don’t lightly peruse this … Continue reading →

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Sun rises and Sun sets but heart always repeats the pure name of Meher with praise. All life and love clap and leap to behold the rosy dawn of Meher the world enfold. A silver moon sank and golden Sun … Continue reading →

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Let us go then, you and I, and surrender our fear at the feet of the one whose courage has no peer. Let us go and resolve that the coin of our doubt has left us bamboozled, swindled and corrupt. … Continue reading →

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O Shiva, how we long for your ecstatic dance; how we long for the end of our mayavic trance! All the world rotting and little but a high stench; when will the Master his fragrant grace relinquish? All the ice … Continue reading →

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How the dawn’s light releases the sweet rose; O how my heart recalls what love she bestows. But now, O now I am adrift on pounding wave; what I once held in my arms has become a rave. The girl, … Continue reading →

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Odin of blue-grey cloak trades one eye for drink, and his One eye shines like the Sun, never to blink. He travels all the nine worlds like his own backyard: two ravens, thought and memory, are his vanguard. On the … Continue reading →

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