Weekly Poems

The Only Way to Reach Eternity (9/22/19) Every moment, Your kindness follows after sorrow. If this were not so, no one could stand this suffering.   Make me constantly drunk with the wine which gives no hangover. I don’t want any other wine.   We are the reed bed, He More...

Not for Everyone (9/15/19) Not everyone looks for You. Nor do You ask that everyone does. Not every mill wheel turns by the water coming from Your river. Drawing a strong, tight bow is not for everyone. For that, one has to be a hero. Rubailer (2016), Rubai #2, page More...

“Why Don’t You Come, Too?” (9/8/19) “O heart,” I said, “why are you like this? How long will you be hanging around Love?   My heart answered, “Why don’t you come, too? Wouldn’t it be nice if you came and tasted the pleasure of Love?   “If you knew the More...

Since we see others, we are not one anymore. We are in the business of the many. We identify good and bad, and that is where the trouble starts. A heart which has not reached ecstasy will keep getting kicked by the other. Rubailer (2016), Rubai #3, page 64. More...

Death’s Majesty (8/25/19) Love passes with the hope of tomorrow, finishes needlessly with fights and struggles.   Assume your life is the day which you are living right now. See how you spend it with all of your schemes and empty projects.   Our life has been spent with either More...

Don’t Open the Door of Thought (8/18/19) Like every other day, we are desperately in Love today. Don’t open the door of thought. Play the rebab whose sound makes us forget everything. There are a hundred different prayers for the one whose alter is the face of the Beloved. Rubailer (2016), More...

My Religion (8/11/19) Absence in Nothingness is my religion. Annihilation from existence is what I worship.   I run towards the side of the Beloved with my feet, but the green horse of the firmament is under my saddle.   In one breath, I leave hundreds of planets behind me. More...

I am Absent (8/4/19) He is inside and outside of my heart. He is the soul of my body. He is my blood and my veins. How could faith or heresy fit here? I am absent. He is all of my existence. Rubailer (2016), page 68, Rubai #4 More...

You are the Antidote…You are the Bait (7/28/19) What is life without You? Life without You is forbidden.   Living without Your beautiful face is nothing but death, that thing which was given the name, “life.”   The world is poison.  You are the antidote. Living is a trap. You are the More...

I Did Not Recognize Who I Was (7/21/19) At first, like others, I preferred being my self. Although I was aware of my existence, I did not comprehend my being. Because I could not see, I did not recognize who I was. I was merely hearing my name. Finally, and More...