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~

Lover and Beloved

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One night, Lover met with Beloved
Face to face in the lonely Garden
So tired of words and concealing secrets
Their hearts pleading: “Draw me closer, Soul Twin”

But Silence is like a rare gemstone
It glistens with expression
Yet remains shy and mute

Those who can hear
Listen for the Secret flute
Softly humming with a soothing ocean

Lover says: Deep in your Heart, Beloved
You stir up a Love potion
That paints the world in color

Somewhere, you utter romantic phrases
You are too humble and kind
Please know that you are the cause of this art

Beloved holds Lover’s gaze
And says: You are my immortal life
My body, my soul, the passion drummer of my heart

Persian santour and Punjabi Love strings
The music that assembles in celebration
Of impassioned Romance ascending on Heaven’s wings

Lover is intoxicated with Beloved
And says: You are my pulse
The blood flowing in my veins, my creed
The spirit dancer of my Being

Set foolish labels ablaze, They plead
There is no “male” or “female”
There is no dominant or subordinate

There is no law or chain of command
There is only madness
This language only Romantics understand

Lover whispers: You say I am beautiful
But in reality, I am a mirror
And you are the Sun radiating in endless splendor

I merely reflect your beauty
Everything your eyes see is your own
It’s all a part of you, even this poetry

~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 ~

Away with Separation

This is an old poem I wrote a few years ago. I felt like sharing it here. It was written for no one in particular, just for my fellow companions in this world. I’ve written this many times before, but we live in a world where there is more individuality and less community. It is important to establish independence, but at the same time, we shouldn’t feel that relying on our friends and Loved ones is a bad thing. On the contrary, we were created as social beings; we are all on this journey together and we need each other.

A Vision of the Universe awakens the Soul
Life soars, dives, spins, and rolls
Discover how small we are
Yet how precious at the same time

Sparkling dust reveals splendid gems
Leave your world behind
And pass through the Rose Portal
For it is Love from which you stem

Your world is of duality
People of colors, races, and genders divided
Ours is a world of unity
It is here where you feel alive!

Here, we do not say black or white
Here, we do not argue and fight
Here, we celebrate diversity
How wonderfully this delights the King!

Do not crush Flowers by saying “man” or “woman”
We believe in no such division!
The Prophet preached we are One
Fill your heart with this Truth and witness Divine union

After challenges, Lovers rest in arms, young
They listen to the mourning violin
And how it longs for the reward of patience
They are reminded of music they once strummed

By the Heavenly Rivers, they will marry
They will merge into a single Spirit
This is your destiny too, dear companions
To here, the Angels will carry

Beyond this Glorious Universe, we transcend
We can discover its blessed Secrets
Take my hand, I beg you, friend
And pass through this Portal with me

Let us become One

~ Broken Mystic~

Let’s Hope

I’ve been tagged recently by Shawna. This is pretty cool because I’ve never been tagged before, but it always looked like a lot of fun whenever I saw other bloggers being tagged. So what I have to do is write about 10 things that I hope for in life, and then tag 10 other friends of mine. Thanks Shawna for the tag!

LET’S HOPE!
Tagged by: Shawna

Rules:

1. ON your blog, post the Rules & 10 things you have HOPE for in your life.
2. LINK Tag 10 people (we want hope to spread people!) and LINK the person who tagged you.
3. Comment/Notify the 10 People they’ve been tagged.

10 Things I HOPE for in my Life:

1. To be a good Muslim and please Allah subhanna wa ta’ala. I saw this on Shawna’s blog and couldn’t think of anything better to be in my number 1. To me, being a good Muslim means being a good human too.

2. To find my Soul Mate some day, insha’Allah, and journey with her through this life and beyond. I believe in Eternal Love, I believe in Ever-after, and I believe that Allah creates someone special for all of us — not just to be our spouses, but to be our Life Companions and Twin Halves.

3. As a result of finding my Soul Mate, I hope to have a beautiful family too, insha’Allah. I can only think so much of children since I’m not even married yet, but I Love the dream of having sons and daughters who I can give joy to.

4. A successful career in clinical psychology so that I can support my Loved ones! Love is Beautiful and everything, and I do believe that Love conquers all, but True Love also makes one understand the realities in which we live. I don’t want my children or spouse to be living under extreme financial stress.

5. I would like to be recognized some day as a Muslim filmmaker. I hope to make as many films as I can to help promote peace and coexistence among all people. I don’t mind doing it indie style or with limited budgets, I think that’s all part of the adventure!

6. I hope for all my friends and family to live a happy and full life. I believe everyone deserves to be happy.

7. I hope to live long enough to see my grandchildren, insha’Allah.

8. I hope to help as many people as I can, whether it be emotionally, socially, or even financially (when I do have the finances, that is!) I would Love to play a big part in promoting peace and stability not just in the U.S., but also in places like Kashmir, Israel-Palestine, Iraq, Afghanistan, Darfur, etc.

9. I hope to get a book published one day, insha’Allah. Maybe some of my stories or poems, or maybe a book about Muslim-Americans.

10. To travel the world, especially to see more of my home country Pakistan. I would also Love to visit India, Iran, Egypt, Jerusalem, Japan, Italy, and of course, to do my Hajj (Pilgrimage) again in Saudi Arabia.

So now, I tag the following bloggers:

Farheen
Chickadee
Krishna
Darvish
Aafke
Unique Muslimah

Have fun!

Ephemeral

The slave drum pounds
The wheel of time is spinning
Black emptiness surrounds me
The pain and anger is swelling

You say everything is transitory
Temporary, nothing lasts forever
The chapter of our story must be closed
Throw it in the fire, you say

I laugh at your words — my once sweet friend
You have forgotten me
And welcomed this hooded larcenist named Reason
Invisible movements that I could not see

You have forgotten the laws of transcendence
Time is a man-made design — an illusory construct
There is no such thing as “day” or “night”
You forgot the continuum, you forgot eternity’s light

You drove me to the most beautiful hill
And then threw me out when the weather turned gray
You left me on the highway with no comfort for my soul
So cold and vacant, you watched me wither away

You flew me to the highest sky
And then kicked me out when you sensed the risk
You let me fall through the clouds with no parachute
Crashing through thorns, you watched me die

You locked me in a chamber of toxic air
And swallowed the key when you figured “this is our fate”
You thought leaving me alone would make it better
Pounding at the glass, you watched me suffocate

Oh how we danced, like a couple of fools and clowns
In some silly costume party — what were we doing all this time?
I should have seen the antagonist named Doubt
Watching our every move and wearing the Reaper’s crown

I should have seen the charlatan
Dressed in the robes of our Love
Whispering in your ears — the lies of Iblis
I should have seen the space, the gap, the distance

You who I called ‘Soul Mate’
How do you turn your back on words of eternity?
How do you live with memories in your heart?
How do you carry on when you see me in this painful state?

O don’t worry, my once-called ‘best friend’
I’ll just fade into the shadows
You just close your eyes
It’s all over now

Be on your way with Reason
With this new man, where new oceans gleam
Say ‘hush’ to any memories of who we once were
Let it wash away like a bad dream

Forget the dead man you left behind

~ Broken Mystic ~

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