Sitting in a corner
a metro in Manhattan
heading up Penn-Station
lapping his bag lightly
against the exit of the cabin
a rush hour metro
no empty seat but two
next to this guy
as the commuters grew

three seats from him
a wrinkled old lady sitting
clutching her stuff and the rest
as others stand shaking
and no one says
but those two seats
go empty all the way

i sit next to the guy
with my bag and trolley
and one seat goes empty
between this lady and me
the guy leaves in a few stops
with the corner seat mine
but the two seat barrier
exists like a sign

and then a young women
replaces the old lady
and the two seats stay empty
as the stops go by
while i was the another guy.

Caught in the strings
in the magic of the night
of what is, what is not
sitting through the moments
as if totally bound
at a few feet away
perfection flows around
beauty in all its meaning
turning, twisting leaning
i could just be dreaming.

you slaved of the free
you found of the lost
peek in your cape
light a fire for the frost
let it burn you inside
burning all your idols
and look for what you sought

for me i am senseless
like a halo
all is just perception
notion of a mess
look for my eternal garden
where roses' perfume sing
under moon lit shadows
magic, nightingales bring

an amber in my dust
crack me open
shatter my crooked crust
so your breath may
wind my true lust.

It has not pounced yet
but i am afraid
i think it feeds
every now and then
or then just feeds
as i look away
and i am afraid

some time in conversation
or glances of passion
from table of emotions
i think it feeds
and i am afraid
i have not seen it
or felt it growl and paw
but its eerie presence
in my very essence
and i am afraid

afraid to look in
afraid to face my sin
afraid to light the fire
hidden, it grows in desire
open and let me free
says amidst me
on serene life's stage
the caged beast of rage.

In this darkness, life
I see not
I feel not, but you
As time passes silently
Minutes per minutes
Days per days
I sense not, but you
To helplessness I submit
In this pitch intoxication
I am not, but you

With the desert singers
I am back, with you
Reclining us all on darkness
By the fire, in submission
pupils’ burning in eyes closed
This tavern serves only
Without, within with you
To the ones with cups
Or no cups at all
I smile giddily, with you
They sing feverishly
Drumming just a plate
Strumming just two stings
To the universes’ rhythm
I drink all, with you
Aged in lovers’ veins
And they sing
Of clay pots and rivers
Of birds and prays
Of dervishes and kings
Of me and you
On the desert sand
Wine flows like the soul
I desire all is more
I desire all is you

In this darkness, life
Open me to enter you
Take me from me
To vanish me in
Darkness and me
Life and you

Oh my beloved
being of heavens
i am all but a speck
in your splendor
my love though,
has no bounds.
with you
i lose me,to find me
with-out
i lose hope and life
seize to exist.
my love
my struggle persists

when every night
i envy the moon
as she follows you
ever so precisely
i ignore in my longing
until she reflects  
your glory, so completely
mesmerised
i move at her whim
with all my being.
i envy the clouds
as they hover
blocking my view
closer to you
than i will ever be
until they share your love
from oceans afar
intoxicated
i dance with mystic tunes
with all my heart.

when you arrive
over the trees
i just absorb
as much of you
perhaps to hold for ever
and for those moments
i forget
the mischievous clouds
the flirting moon
for those moments
my love
i exist, i live, i shine
for those moments
i feel, i perish
to become you
with all my soul.

They tickle my senses
and intrigue me.
with you my love,
there is no me.

When you have your company
couple of years its already been
working now with your best team
successes, failures you already seen
i will find you eventually
Facebook, linked in or via Lee
asking you a bit of your time
food or drinks will be on me
easy going preferably
over time we coordinate
in a bar, after eight
striving just to co create
worrying we are already late
looking for the perfect date
launching project collaborate.
----February 29, 2012

a gesture of a feeling
a picture on a ceiling
a doctor in his dealing
Effortlessly healing
and I am moved

prayer of a pine tree
flowing in the wind
rooted but free
reminding me of me
and I am moved

edifices of people gone by
never thinking they would die
mysterious, mystical scriptures
learning as I try
and I am moved

split second of that look
saying chapters in a book
filling up my heart
every corner, each nook
and I am moved

like waves to the shore
shaken to the core
leaving marks on time
a legacy for sure
and I am moved

easily I am moved
adding passion to my fire
taking me ever higher
not broken though tired
breathing to be inspired.
--Tuesday, April 17, 2012

Beloved earth covers me
so it covers my longing
with time eats everything
but just excuse this heart
my heart is like gold
although my body stinks
because here lives my beloved
and my hope of being one with him at last
how can I give my heart to the earth
my heart is with my beloved
what will I show on the judgment day
I have nothing special
only this heart is all I have earned
no prayers and no meditations
my heart is His, and I am His
and His is my longing/ thirst
how do I ask for Him from Him
When nothing else suffices

i just hope and pray

to find My Shams,
or the Khizar to my Shams,
before i dock eternally
before the circle starts again.
for All i see blinds me
the more i see blinds me
give me a Khizar to show
show me a Khizar to give
All i live, is a want to love.
All i want is,a love to live
take my boat, take my star
be my boat be my star.
don,t let me float aimlessly
this aimlessness let Shams Be.
---Tuesday, August 31, 2010

Been some time,
like the chime
needs the wind
for your voice
to wake me up
for me to see
to feel, how it feels
to see, Ah yes!
Been some time.

to feel at least
how the trees
long for the summer
to melt away the snow
to feel, Ah yes!
been some time.

to live excitement
of chance of prospects
of longing or longed
to live, Ah yes!
Been some time
---Monday, February 13, 2012

Come like winter
to the lake
Freezing my body
numb and motionless
letting my soul flow
like water
caressing me
from within

Come like spring
to the pine tree
Pushing me from inside
Budding with new desire
Making new life
Ecstasy to each flower

Come like summer
to the fruit
Ripening me from within
sweetening with all your heat
Rotting the undesired
peeling off my shell
rosy and fired

Come like autumn
to the forest
Taking the peace away
Cleansing with each gust
playing like a master may
sweeping me your way

With every passing season
i stray and i negate
please just come
don't make me wait
Come like you would
from me, taking me away
don't let me cry no more
Resonating as the Ney
---Sunday, April 28, 2013

"manashiq-e chashm-e mast yarastum"
is the kind of feeling
i like to wake up to
it is part of you
the meaning is also you
yet you wonder what it means

like the flute
that cries to return
on a quiet cold evening
from miles touches the heart
listen coz it may burn
yet you wonder what it means

on a snow clad day
you stop to wonder
the one green shoot
that stands out facing thunder
it is there to stay
yet you wonder what it means

all that you do
some you can explain
but most of your life
not thinking
you try in vein
yet you wonder what it means

passionately curious
you flow in space and time
cause thats who you are
"i am in love with my beloved's intoxicated eyes"
is what it means
your heart will always know
which beloved, what eyes
your love and what it means.

Ah my desired sight
when I close my eyes
I still see you, walking
On a February morning bright
Fiddling with your bangs
On a snowy road side
You smile to see me waiting
just frozen in your shine
as i hold you tight
your embrace giving me life
Like spring to the pine
Oh desired sight of mine.
Ah my distanced love
You feel so extremely far
Like crimson of the day break
That ends a sleepless night
When You come and whisper
Just inches from my face
I listen and smile helpless
Re living passed days
sinking in sin full sweetness
Like honey made of wine
Yes, I surely sense you
On the pillow next to me
Oh distanced love of mine
---Sunday, November 10, 2013

And now it seems
Nothing less would do
Dancing on life's tone
twisting, swirling, turning
as leaves in my autumn
you at my core, burning.
thinking i can make it
longing for my whirling
with or without you
but now it seems
nothing less would do
---Saturday, October 27, 2012