So in one night, not even naked, I
exposed my cretinous ghosts to
someone who heard the words
and nodded. "I feel that."

What's it like to know, and
not even know why,
someone's eyes may well
convey the truth?

So in one night, not even naked, I
exposed my cretinous ghosts to
someone who heard the words
and nodded. "I feel that."

Here I thought it was wrong
that something's wrong with me --
but I function, if improperly
to your specifications.

Here I meet another functional
dysfunction holder,
boldly, in a micro moment,
exposing all of his target tattoos

with an eager, upward tug of the sleeve.

Here I thought I was wrong,
but I'd been misled,
along a familiar path
toward the ravine.

Rubayiat Al Thurab (Verses of the Dust) – 40

BismillahIr RahmanIr Raheem

I am willingly the faqeer. (devout wanderer)

Who eagerly drank the Eternal Drink’

Through your noble hand, Oh my beloved!

Nor, there are any shelter, nor there is bond.

In Your Eternal Love, I wander wherever I naturally want,

And gently set my poised head upon the sacred earth,

And at ease myself, under the opened vast sky!

Allah Khair….. Khairul Rabul Alameen Yah Arrahmanur Yah Raheem

Ummah Thurab – Badshah Khan.
©UT-BK 2019

When the day's are rough.
She pour down
her thoughts
on the paper,
to ease her
heart.