Daamun Chupa Kar Jo Tum Nikley Ho ………

Daamun chupa kar jo tum nikley ho

iss dil pey vaar karkey !

(After delivering a blow to my heart you have

ran my love, covering your frame/bodice/lap!)

Aye they tum aye Saqi,

Wasl ki aas dey key !

(With a promise /incitement of union

you came to me Oh Cup Bearer! )

Khambakht they hum

key bhool gey Hussain!

(And Lo how cursed you are !

that you forgot Hussain!)

Ye siraf qabz kar tey hey roohon ko

ganeeh zulfo ka chaoon dey key !

(They only reap the souls of  poor men

with the shadow of their lush black hair )

A drunkard of my lover’s soul!

 

i search for silence

I search for serenity in hidden glades and fins!

I search for the  peace , for the solitude

that poured in me from the cup of my beloved’s flesh !

For

I found myself , under the canopy of her raven hair

For

I became “One”  from the  intoxication of her fragrant soul !

Now I roam,

the ends of the earths

a hermit of love

a drunkard of my lovers soul !

 

 

 

Holy Words !

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The words that you write

carry the scent of your breath

I can smell the sweet fragrance of your

soul on each and every one of them !

And in each and every letter

 that your delicate hand so delicately pens,

resides the delicate melody,

that drives your delicate movements!

A melody that ignites in me the longing

to hear the music of your voice right there and then ,

the bubbly sound of your laughter,

an angelic song , sweet as the psalms themselves !

For as my sinful lips part

to read the  holy scriptures  that you have sent ,

the taste of your luscious lips consumes my mouth !

with the next sentence and then the next!

Until I became intoxicated

 right to every fabric of my tortured form

a state “Derveshes” long for

the state where they become drunk on Him the One and Alone !

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

*Dervishes / malangs are mendicant ascetics who have taken a vow of poverty and are treading the Sufi path of Islam.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

“What I really need….is what makes me bleed”…

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She said don’t hold your breath

don’t expect too much of me

don’t build your hopes

on the hopes of my hopeless being !

For she said what I am to you,

is some one else to me

For she said

I long for open skies

but you give me miles and miles of sea!

So don’t drag your heart around

she says

it might break any day

“blood will have blood they say”

she quotes Shakespeare my way!

And in the end I ask

what she really needs

 and

       she replies …..

“what I really need…. is what makes me bleed”!

*inspiration :- mixture of observation of real life situations and a song called volcano by Damien rice !

Untamed soul !

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Fluid emotionally! Perhaps to the degree of volatility

but nonetheless cute and crazy !

she seems carefree, hyper and free

but that’s a mirage, an illusion she maintains

to keep the world intrigued!

For her sensitive self is draped

by the canvas of her physical form

its depth and soberness unexplored

its desires uncharted except by him her “amour”

for he knows the gateways to her soul

her eyes speaking clearly to him in words only he knows

and there came to pass the feelings that comes to pass

when fires and desires burn!

when each moment lingers and last !

For although she is as wild as a blizzard ,

an untamed mustang !

deep inside she craves protection, affection

that only his warm embrace can fore stand !

                                                                                                                                                                      – for a special sister !