Immortal Love

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He wrapped his arms around her
beneath the shade of a magic willow tree.
The sweet orchard glowed soft
with leaves painted like water color.

Lover and Beloved were in a special place;
a secret sky only Love can conceive.
To them, it was visible and bright as day;
to others, it was “make believe.”

The radiant colors showered upon them,
each leaf dripping with passion and poetry;
swirling around them like fireflies.
She asked him, “Won’t you read one for me?”

He smiled at the falling leaves
and said to her: Tell them, my dear
that we are falling too,
into a sea of roses where eternity awaits.

For years – he continued – I listened for secrets
until one day, the whispers in the wind began to whistle
and revealed to be the sonorous melody of your voice,
a romantic overture to release my heart from the shackles.

She gazed deep into his eyes
“Beloved,” she said, “I have seen the oasis,
that place inside of you – a desire burning in ecstasy;
together we are one flame, a dream made manifest.”

As you know, reader, the world is a miserable place,
filled with the corrupt and sinister faces.
There are demons running in this field,
lurking in the grove and hiding – until now.

Even in a dream-world like this,
darkness can still penetrate the sphere you created.
The unknown creatures lay siege to the Lover’s kingdom;
trees, gardens, animals, – burned, slaughtered.

Lover and Beloved stood by and watched.
An unforeseen storm worked its mayhem,
like a massive whirlwind taunting their Love.
For the first time in a long time, fear had struck them.

Their eyes were locked on each other,
as the violent wind tore at their flesh.
He said: “It doesn’t want us to go any further.”
“If our Love is true, we have to brave the storm.”

Should the Lovers separate,
the storm would magically disappear.
But should they return to one another,
the brutal cyclone would reappear.

She grabbed his hand – it was meant to be.
Her strength channeling into his veins,
her faith coursing through his blood.
Their bodies and souls working in absolute harmony.

They raced across the quaking terrain,
charging towards the wild tornado without fear.
She tightened her grip – I’m here.
He squeezed back – I feel you.

And suddenly, something sharp hit him,
like an unseen blade puncturing his heart;
he screamed without a sound: Beloved!
He lost her – and tumbled hard to the ground.

Debris of broken branches cut across her forearms
as she rushed back to her fallen Beloved.
He said to her: Maybe this is how it’s meant to be,
maybe there is no way ahead.

Oh Beloved, she replied,
Don’t you already know?
We are twin halves of one another,
intertwined, inseparable; friendship aglow.

You are me, and I am you
We are alpha and omega,
elements of the universe
working in perfect unison.

Come spend forever with me, my Love,
In the same way joy lives with sorrow.
Witness the birth of a supernova,
two fiery stars we are, fused with the cosmos.

He said: Beloved, you are the torchbearer,
your words burn through my skin
and set my soul ablaze;
reminding me there is always strength within.

He rose to his feet and held her hand again.
She smiled: What is there to fear
when the storm is wind
and we are Fire?

He smiled back and replied:

Let’s go – into mystery.
Death or life, whatever awaits us,
I am with you – eternally
For I belong nowhere else.

I would die for you, Sayonee.

~BM~

Dance with Beloved, Dance with Madness

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I stood with open arms
As the fierce tide of the ocean
Swallowed me whole
And immersed me with creation

Let me drown in this eternal sea
Let my soul escape from my body
So that I may become the passionate waves
And the beautiful reflection of Your infinite sky

Let the whirlpool spin with the universe
Let the waves crash, let the thunder strike
So that I may swirl in Your ecstasy
And soak in every color of your Divinity

Let the sun set me ablaze
Let the flames course through my veins
So that I may melt in You
And embrace this warm Beauty in endless ways

Let the Lover yearn for Beloved
Let the mystic wailing shake the heavens above
So that I may have my dance with madness
And mourn with the slaughtered victims of Love

Aaah-aaaaaah-aaaaaaaah!
Aaaaaaa-aaaaaa-aaaaaaaaaahh!

Blot out my name in every poem I wrote
Erase every mentioning of “I”
At once! Unleash this desired union!
For Ocean to finally kiss Sky

Let “me” fade in this mystic dance
Look to Him! Look to Hu!
Look to Ishq! Look to Houb!
Everything points to Him!

Dance to the pounding of your heart!
The beating is no other name but His!
The pulse is no other name but His!
The breath is no other name but His!

Duum Duum! Dak-ka-duum!
Duum Duum! Dak-ka-duum!

All reality is false except Him: the Compassionate!
The Merciful, the All-Embracing
The Lover, the Beloved, the Infinite!
Attribute nothing to “me”!

All praise.

Takbir.

~Broken Mystic~

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 ~

Soul Sings Malayalam

I am not Malayali, and I do not speak Malayalam
Yet I am singing with the mystics in this tongue
These words, Mind does not understand
But Soul dances to the tune of mystery!

They show us maps, borders, and dividers
Grasp a hold of your sanity, they say!
China does not need the tongue of Senegal
Egyptians do not sing Japanese!
The Pashtun does not read in Hebrew!
Mongolians do not understand Lebanese
What purpose do you have in this song?

Ya insaan (O humankind), with your prejudices
No wonder you do not see the Soul’s gift of colors
Deaf to the music, you dwell in your prison
Walled off from beauty in your ethno-centricism

O Soul, the Mind says you are mad
But all you want is to dance freely in the wind
And tonight, the Song of the Soul is Malayali
And so I sing:

He kuruvaani kiliyae-aeee!
Kuruvaani kiliyae!

Kukkuru kurukuru koovik kurugik kunnimanaththai
Ooyal aadi kooduvagukkik koottu vilikkunnae
Maaran ninnaik koogik kurugik koottu vilikkunnae-aeeee!

~ Broken Mystic~

(Malayalam lyrics from “Jiya Jale” by A.R. Rahman and Gulzar)

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