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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ali ghaznavi

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  4. 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

  7. 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.

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

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

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