Darvish Khan Writes

I long to lose all my senses in your thick curly hair.
What bliss to be lost in scented curls so rich and rare!

I long to lose my breath in lips of eternal promise-
No death can rival the heaven of your supernal kiss.

How to find the immaculate purity of my own being?
How to see the eye which is the source of all seeing?

These eyes of stone sunken in sockets will turn to dust
Thousands of times before the heart surrenders in trust.

No pain grinds so fine -and slowly, as the Desire-Mind.
Where is that grace that bestows sight to the Heart-blind?

I forget everything to run my fingers through your hair-
What joy to caress my life back from dull-blind despair!

Darvish has lost all his good sense in hopeless desire
For the Friend. His eyes of stone flicker with cold fire.
 

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“Authorities are freaking out over tents. Boy Scouts
Do as they are told, but these lazy people are louts!

Why are they camping in city parks? Please, why
Abandon secure and comfortable beds to die?

In the Big City, we are afraid and have strong doors
We lock night and day! We don’t sleep on dirt floors!

Vagrants should sleep in the safety of a padded cell–
Crazy people should not trade such heaven for hell.

Why don’t they take the right drugs? We have doctors,
Not pushers who keep us sharp! They are such bores!

But really, they don’t occupy themselves with profit!
They just pick up their miserable lives and toss it!”

Darvish lives in a regal teepee with full amenities-
He bathes with a bucket and shits into infinity.

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The dawn breeze kicks up the dust in lover’s lane.
My gritty speech praises the Rend’s lonely pain.

I reach for the bottle rolling across the floor-
My arm can stretch so far, and then no more.

Where is the Friend with long black curly hair,
To fill my glass with glances that end all despair?

The Sun of Mercy has left us sobbing for his Face-
His shadow blinds with blackness in lieu of grace.

We can’t see you with stone eyes sunken in sockets-
The days bless with pity, and infinite regrets.

What light we have escapes from a broken heart,
That guides us to believe in our hopeless art.

Darvish’s song bites with grit but still inspires:
One day, he will see by the Light of love’s desire.

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