Long Masnavi Poems

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...

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Ten Lepers sought the Lord 
carrying their badges with a Plea 
unclean unclean was the cry 
Mercy alone was their Plea
The King of mercy heard their cries 
by his word He healed them all 
One...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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The Question … 


I had some questions, I asked a friend,
What is my purpose? Where is the end?
What happens to us when we all die?
Do we turn to ghosts ready to fly?

He smiled at me...

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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,...

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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...

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He had the best of friends,
 they love him so much to take a risk 
But they could not heal his palsy,
So paralyzed that he could not use his feet ,
A crowd thronged around the...

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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...

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(Dedicated this writing to the merciful birthday of the greatest love of the earth Mevlânâ  Jalal ad-Din Muhammad Rumi. 30th September is the auspicious birthday of this ever greatest spiritual icon.)

My Death is My...

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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...

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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...

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As the first rays of the sun pierce through the clouds,
daylight accends upon the land laid in shrouds.

Warmth now greets all the corners of the small town,
earlier the mists had their task to wash down.

Fresh...

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My Shadow….

Lost in the path of this dreadful life,
thinking of years that I spent in strife;
walking and thinking, what is ahead?
Living with pain or dying instead.
Watching my shadow crawling below;
scared and dazed, with nothing to...

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If there were no poetry...there would be people we would not know 
People like William Shakespeare and Edger Allen Poe 

If there were no poetry...What would Emily Dickinson be 
Would she live in isolation or...

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I stared at the wall, it stared back at me.
I was so lonesome longed for a roomie.

And as I despaired, with feelings of dread,
I heard a low moan at foot of my bed.

Wonder of wonders,...

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 Hero’s game ….

I want to know, how should I play?
What are the rules, day after day?
I want to know, where is it gone?
What was it there that’s gone with dawn?
I want to know, how...

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 The Puzzle

Who is knocking on my door?
How much longer to ignore?
How much longer to pretend?
No more power to defend.
I am hiding in my room.
No more courage to assume.
No more courage when you are old.
No...

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Who am I? 

Who am I?
I was a working man who worked day and night.
Living in darkness and hoping to see light. 
I’ve lived with pain since my years are gone.
I know the darkest is...

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I saw him today,
I recognise him with his particular wings,
And his sarcastic smile,
This time he holds...
A parchment in his hand,
Giggling so hard,
As he opened his parchment,
That became a sort of tablet...
I can't believe my eyes!
It's...

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Perplexity …

To be or to become, death is the question. 
Not knowing the end, show me the direction.
What is a chain if it is broken?
Today, my words are all unspoken.
What is my destiny? Living with...

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