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The Nectar of Despair

They sit in silence,
Drunk in the nectar of despair,
They sit in silence,
Soaking in the sanguine air,
They sit in silence,
As the raindrops dance heavily,
They sit in silence,
Like two still dancers,
At the end of the ballet of existence,

They sit in silence,
Drunk in the nectar of despair…

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Autumn, Dark, Essays, Nature, passion, Philisophy, Philosophy, Poem, Poetry, Reality, rumi, Sufi, Travel

The Prayer

The crowd stands in unison,
Shoulder to shoulder,
Like soldiers defending a fallen city,
The crowd stands in unison,
And the call of the muezzin begins…
The prayer of the twilight,
The advent of the feast of the soul,
Begins as angels shower god’s love,
And the revelers bask its blinding glory,
The nameless one remains sheltered,
Cloaked in the mask of disillusion,
The nameless one remains bitter,
Sheltered in the umbrella of his deceit…

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Come Within

They search in the empty corridors of the heart,
These eyes gazing throught windowless souls,
These voices that echo in the halls of the shah,
These voice that echo loudly within.

Thumping loudly,
This heart searches for meaning,
In this barren land absent,
Of the intoxication of your love…

Come within me,
Come within me,
Oh lost love of my heart,
Come like the autumn wind,
Come like the prayers of the fakeer,
Come like the drops of honey,
Dripping down the lips of Layla,
Her eyes searching for her majnun,

Through windowless souls of despair,
And empty corridors of reason,
Come like the sound of the rain…

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Feroze

The saline taste lingersĀ on
her lips mometarily like a promise,
Uttered in the warmth of
a passionate embrace.
The saline taste lingers on
her lips momentarily as
she becomes someone else.
the nights, and the stars,
The rain and the cars,
The smiles and the tears,
The hopes and the fears,
the laughter and the silence,
The peace and the violence,
Remanents of her past,
Speak gently to her in silence,
The suble shape of a smile,
forms on the corner of her lips.
Is a forgotten kiss truly forgotten,
Is it a corpse dead and buried,
Or is it akin to a memory,
forever floating on the sea,
As the waves of lust,
drowns Feroze that night,
The stillborn memory of a kiss,
Is brought back again to life.

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