Lovers Stay Awake At Night

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One night, Junoon lay to rest with his beloved. Sometime during the middle of the night, she awoke and found Junoon’s eyes wide open. She smiled.

“You were watching me sleep?”

He smiled back. “Yes.”

“For how long?”

Junoon laughed. “I never went to sleep!”

Confused, his beloved asked, “What do you mean?”

“I don’t want to risk not seeing you in a dream, so I simply stay up all night!”

~BM~

Muslim Dating 101

This is a little comic strip I drew towards the end of last year.  It’s just meant to be funny, so I apologize ahead of time if it offends anyone!

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The Romantic

Every once in a while
When I gaze into the Secret Ocean of infinity
I see the waves reveal a vision of a young man in a dimly lit room
There, he sits and scribbles Passionate poetry

After completing one
He sets it aside near the open window
Then he reaches for another loose sheet of paper
And writes another poem for his Love to grow

He continues his art madly
Watch how the breeze admires his longing
As it whistles through his world and sweeps away the pages
Outside the Love Letters float and wander

Observe how this young man suffers
Knocking at his door, “it’s time to sleep! It’s time to sleep!”
No need to bother yelling, this young Lover won’t take heed
Keep writing says another, keep writing, spill your Passion!

The wind carries away more of his poetry
Passed the trees, over the hills, and into the cities they travel
Where is the one they seek?
Why do you stop, asks Love, keep writing, I want more colors!

Pages flying around his room, his hand exhausted
The young man listens to Love’s plea
Knocking at the door again, “it’s time to eat, it’s time to eat!”
Not yet, reminds Love, keep craving!  Blessed is this fast!

More poetry, more letters, more madness
Winds become stronger and stronger, faster and faster
They send the Lover’s message outside for the beloved to kiss
Yet where is the response, the young man finally questions

Stop asking!  Just listen to the Call!   Listen to the Music!
Laugh with me, servant of God!
Dance with me, son of Adam!
Do not grieve over this world, it will never understand!

Loves pushes hand to pen
Ink to paper, words to meaning
Tears are shed by the wounded poet
How does one explain such devotion?

He weeps over the storm of separation
That marches through the skies
Fearing Darkness will swallow hope
And no one to listen to his cries

Nonsense!  The Angels are in your presence!
Though you do not see them
If only you knew how they admire your experience
Your tears mirror the beauty that you are

The Twin Soul exists
There is no distance, no separation
Romantic ones, there is only one solution:
Love!  Ishq!  Houb!

The young man can’t write anymore
Drained, lost for words, what is there left to say?
His Passion has gone beyond words, Love says open the door
Now it’s time for the wind to take you

Every once in a while
When I gaze into the Secret Ocean of infinity
I see the waves reveal a vision of a young man in a dimly lit room
There, he sits and scribbles Passionate poetry

Take this key and open the Gate of my heart
Look inside
Do you see?

~ Broken Mystic ~

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