Category Archives: my own poetry

We call out your name as we lift the glass of desire; Ages have past, but the heart does not burst into fire! Speech cannot find the words to offer an excuse- The mind is too busy with the business … Continue reading →

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GHAZAL TO FAST FOOD RAPTURE In our lost land of fast food and bad breath, We pray for the Rapture to bless our death! Our Resurrection will achieve liftoff- We will look down on those below and scoff. A mass … Continue reading →

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Mother Kali is beautiful and ferocious beyond belief; Approach her as a lover, and you will know soon enough! Kali is not a mother who preserves the status quo: She loves to destroy all that impedes her creative flow. Kali … Continue reading →

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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 reach so far, and then no more. Where is the … Continue reading →

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We swear by the earth that supports us, And by the dust that crowns us at last. By the breath that infuses us with life, And inspires with frank and honest strife. By the fire that gives body and mind … Continue reading →

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The ocean way is a trackless path with no shore, an infinite horizon where the mind is insecure. All the desperate search for stable identity vomits with longing for permanent solidity. Such immensity of rolling water and salty air gives … Continue reading →

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In the beginning, God was sleeping and heaved a sigh That breathed me into being with the gasp of my first cry: I am born as gas! And thus began my cosmic journey- To suffer all form in time, and … Continue reading →

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In this land of “winner takes all,” greed has dominion Over all who yearn for the treasure of Mega Millions! How we worship the virtual triumph of Survivor- Whose teeth evolve to resemble a saber tooth tiger! The fantasy of … Continue reading →

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We are crying to our Lord and Master without peer: All but his long curly hair is small and cheap beer! We have lit a candle to his blazing presence, And written many a ghazal about his essence. We can’t … Continue reading →

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