Rain Masnavi Poems

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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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.
 ...

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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,...

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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
      ...

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Broken mirror 

In a beautiful moon light night,
	when the moon was fully bright,
I dreamt that a glow sparkling and white,
	getting more power, blinded my sight.
Closer...

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