• Poems on Life
    • Butterfly effect
    • children on the street
    • Come see
    • labelled destiny
    • Relic
    • A tree woke up
    • Heaven will rain
    • Removed from reality
    • Unless We Touch Flowers
    • Drive towards
    • long gone but here
  • Spiritual Poems
    • My thought is now electric
    • I speak in magical metaphor
    • comes the sacred
    • gently astonished
    • The absurd
    • I do not know…
    • mightier wings
    • Only Sun Remain
    • Others Bolder than I
    • Perspectives
    • sprinkle some sun and wait
    • tiny prayers
    • Wear a red sky today
    • Wakened Sea
    • what flowers have found
    • My father spoke to me
    • The Cold
    • Whitman Devastated
  • Urdu Poetry
    • Ho Jai
    • Noorani Roshni
    • Hum Nay Dekha
  • Other Poets
    • Introduction to Poetry
  • Thoughts
    • The Good Atheist
    • Thoughtful vs Literal
    • Levels of Prayer
    • Being Whole-Hearted
    • Debating Feelings
    • You are crafted by events
    • Self-Honesty
    • Love without Analysis
    • Cruel Beliefs
    • Knowing and Believing
    • Good Faith, Bad Faith
    • Unbiased Discussion
    • Faith Without Compassion
    • Peace in the Background
  • Poems on Life
    • Poems on Life 1
      • Butterfly effect
      • children on the street
      • Come see
      • labelled destiny
      • Relic
      • A tree woke up
    • Poems on Life 2
      • Heaven will rain
      • Removed from reality
      • Unless We Touch Flowers
      • Drive towards
      • long gone but here
  • Spiritual Poems
    • Spiritual Poems 1
      • My thought is now electric
      • I speak in magical metaphor
      • comes the sacred
      • gently astonished
      • The absurd
      • I do not know…
    • Spiritual Poems 2
      • mightier wings
      • Only Sun Remain
      • Others Bolder than I
      • Perspectives
      • sprinkle some sun and wait
      • tiny prayers
    • Spiritual Poems 3
      • Wear a red sky today
      • Wakened Sea
      • what flowers have found
      • My father spoke to me
      • The Cold
      • Whitman Devastated
  • Urdu Poetry
    • Noorani Roshni
    • Hum Nay Dekha
    • Ho Jai
  • Other Poets
    • Introduction to Poetry
  • Thoughts
    • Thoughts 1
      • The Good Atheist
      • Thoughtful vs Literal
      • Levels of Prayer
      • Being Whole-Hearted
      • Debating Feelings
    • Thoughts 2
      • You are crafted byevents
      • Self-Honesty
      • Love without Analysis
      • Cruel Beliefs
      • Knowing and Believing
    • Thoughts 3
      • Good Faith, Bad Faith
      • Unbiased Discussion
      • Faith Without Compassion
      • Peace in the Background

I speak in magical metaphor

October 22, 2007

I speak in magical metaphor, and sense comes seeking me
I fix my eye on Spirit, and the words
flow naturally.

I clothe myself in rags, and all riches
envy me
I cry with those in pain, and wonders
visit me

should I take to the broader way
and douse the flames that light me up?
should I lull the storms inside
and take to drinking from an empty cup?

though blackness blot the lifelong sun
I’ll sing of sun through the night
if hope seem dead I’ll burn the dark
I’ll wish your heart into the light

I speak and breathe of flowers, and lions
listen to me
I turn my Soul to living and the sublime
unfolds in me

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Spiritual Poems

Ali Ghaznavi

12 Comments


ruby
January 9, 2010 at 12:40 am

exquisite …fine….perfect



rabbania
January 9, 2010 at 1:53 am

exquisite….fine…..perfect.



rabbania
January 10, 2010 at 8:04 am

I had liked ” happens to me” better than” lives through me” but maybe i am wrong.



Saqib Jang
January 14, 2010 at 7:11 pm

Ali,
I ran across your poems, enjoyed this very much, especially
“my father spoke to me”.

I recently made a trip to Lahore where my mother lives,
got a chance to spend a lot of quality time with her and
am grateful to say that I was able to appreciate the cruz of
our relationship which is the unconditional love thats there..

regards,
saqib



ruby
January 28, 2010 at 1:10 am

exquisite and fine. Perfection



afifa
May 14, 2010 at 11:59 pm

Going through this makes me forget myself .But who am i enters me



Simon Banks
January 18, 2012 at 8:32 am

This is a fine poem. Your use of words, Ali, has a real feel to it and there is plenty of meaning. The third verse reminded me of Yeats – “The intellect of man is forced to choose/ Perfection of the life or of the work/ And if it take the latter, must refuse/ A heavenly mansion, raging in the dark” – a half-truth, mind you.



Fariha
February 2, 2013 at 12:10 pm

Beautiful. It brought tears to my eyes. I wish we could all feel and think this way. Please continue to write.



akhter
September 9, 2013 at 11:57 pm

Magical peom. Relaxing and Inspirational.



Fariha
October 1, 2015 at 6:05 am

True spirit of living ….. and life would be so much easier for all. Will wait for your next one .



Rashid rauf
August 26, 2016 at 8:49 pm

Yes I know there is storm inside you



Akhter Ghaznavi
February 19, 2017 at 9:49 am

Magical poem! Relaxing and inspirational!



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