Best Masnavi Poems

The Voice…

On a dark night that was darker than my pain,
     nothing was there for me except to complain.
I hid myself in the emptiness of bed.
     Nothing was there except loneliness instead.
I heard a sound that was not like any sound.
     Joyously called...

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Playground…

Playground…
I am making decisions every morning,
None of them comes along with any warning.
To go right or to go left, which one is right?
Living in darkness or hoping to see light.
I made million decisions, most of them fine,
Few I made that I think it wasn’t mine. 
Few that changed my life led me to despair,
I wish...

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Motherland…

I am a desert, barren and hot.
Hoping for the rain, which I forgot.
Once, I was green, golden, and bright.
Nightingales singing night after night.
My fresh breeze at dawn was ever nice,
Showered me blossoms like paradise.
Year after year, I dressed up in green.
Green and reddish with white in between.
Until I became older than old,
All I have now...

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The Life Is …

The Life Is …
When I was young, there was no pain,
The only pain was to complain.
When I was young, I did not care,
Just as long as my love was there.
When I was young, my life was great.
But I was there a bit too late.
A bit too late to know life was,
being young...

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How do I praise your influence, oh Rumi?
For you are the essence of my poetry. 
Poet's quote.

I was lost in mournful melodies of birds,
until death brought me back to life through your words.
My sleeping spirit now roams in your garden's blooms,
spinning from nothingness against toxic fumes.
Polishing of my heart left me in a trance,
through cleansing...

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QUOTE ME RUMI

Plant me in the garden next door.
I want to be a man no more. 
I don’t want to have pain in me.
           I don’t want to be me with me.
I don’t want to see the world as such;
		Sorrow, hunger, unjust too much.
I want...

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Regret….

I flew once in a field full of flowers,
a field that was kissed by April showers.
I tasted all the jasmines, as they were new,
I did bathe on a leaf in a little dew. 
I was always busy playing till midnight,
I woke up, and I was not sure of my sight.
I was a bird soaring as...

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Samara...

Brilliant sunshine, silvery cloud;
looked down and found me lost in a crowd.
Some nights, I flew and followed the breeze.
Some nights, my world turned into a freeze.
Sometimes, I was lost, going my way;
it didn't matter night was or day.
I played with swallows, morning at dawn;
next day rested, rest on a velvet lawn.
One day, bathed in a...

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Crystal Bowl

A gold fish swimming round and round.
	His world of glass is all surround.
Round and round, day and night
        every round, reunite.
Day after day, night after night,
	Everywhere he looked, always the same sight.	
Outside of his bowl, there was a window.
	in the horizon something full of glow.
It looked like...

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The Watch Maker…


Let me be, leave me alone, I'm Him, I'm alone.
I'm in pain; let me be, let me be, on my own.
 All the time, every night, I see their vanished sights.
Let me be, being alone, tired of silent nights.
In this world of darkness, I feel pain and sadness.
Nothing there in my heart only...

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Oneness… 


I was thinking of my good old grandpa, 
I loved him so much and called him Bababa.
He was my favorite person in my life,
He was always in peace, even in his strife.
He was kind and giving, joyful to us all.
He made us to believe we’re big and we’re tall.
I loved him, and he loved...

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Marred and minced remnants pile high in a storm’s swarm
Yesterdays, hardened-soft, surface where sea’s warm…

Flotsam found, lays tales around, in frayed traces
Another shattered shell whimpers of graces
vying with the sea-swept sands: gloss embossed fades…
Ocean’s dead! These are castaways of Hades, 
rid of depth, stranded upon the dry shallow
Interred where the sun bleaches out the shadows
till...

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My muse keeps pestering like a cenobite, 
chewing my brain like a hungry parasite. 
Pressuring the ink to bleed like acid rain,
catharsis to release perpetual pain. 
Hiding poems that live rent free like boarders, 
I'm a shadow slave refusing it's orders. 
This elusive euphoria sounds absurd, 
because I'm silent in my clandestine world. 
My pen...

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Cat and mouse

Within a garden somewhere out there,
butterflies were dancing free from care.
Thousands of flowers loving the dance,
love the lovers and loving romance.
A lot of butterflies full of lust,
drinking and dancing in love they trust.
Daffodil pitchers filled with the wine,
drinking that wine was wholly, divine.
Roses and jasmines fully bloomed,
enchanted aromas sweetly perfumed.
From its hiding a...

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The bubble 

The bubble 

I’m a bubble, a bubble of air;
	Deep in the ocean, fully aware.
Darkness my cover, cold and sad;
	Covering my soul, making me mad.
Who deserves this much loneliness?
	Deep In the darkness of the emptiness.
Months have passed, and years have gone;
	One day I woke up and saw the Sun!
Love, at first sight was indeed.
	You...

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