Category Archives: english language ghazals

The Ancient One has come again with his long curly hair, With nothing but his message of divine love to declare. Baba’s John was the aged fakir with bright rosy cheek; She gave him the kiss that tore away his … Continue reading →

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Stone cracks and breaks to dust by the hammer of breath- by the breath of his living name that promises death. Only when thought by pestle is crushed in mortar, does heart drink the elixir of divine ardor. The journey … Continue reading →

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I often think of my favorite actress, God’s own sister; She possessed a bright wit, and was beauty’s great lover. As a little girl, she was a jump rope champion; She was the Beloved’s Mehera’s lifelong companion. What a pride … Continue reading →

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The only prayer of the heart is the Master’s name: To beg this or that from him is a twisted game. To pay another to petition the Ancient One, Is to forego his embrace and presence shun. No relic compares … Continue reading →

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The fire of digestion is God’s gift to proud man; Without a good shit, man lives his life on the can. Prometheus stole the fire that bound him to rock; Daily, the eagle tears his liver and courage mocks. To … Continue reading →

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No man lives the anguish of living without love And survives. He leaps off a bridge without a shove. We cry and cry to feel a loving hand in ours; No man wants to die alone in his last hour. … Continue reading →

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I raise my glass to the only divine lover; I drink to the dregs all the wine he offers. There is no taste I prefer to his presence; my eyes have no light save his effulgence. I have no motion … Continue reading →

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The mast is full without meat and drinks tea all day long; His precocious speech is precious and sublime song. The man of God is drunk without drink, and is attracted To brothels where he can be without being distracted. … Continue reading →

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This life of consumerism is a contract inspired by Faust: We sold our soul for desire, but now the mind is accursed! With pleasure comes pain as surely as cats’ play with mice; Our pursuit of desire has rebounded as … Continue reading →

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