Apr 17 2013

Say I am You —Rumi

Posted by Knonie

I am dust particles in sunlight.
I am the round sun.

To the bits of dust I say, Stay.
To the sun, Keep moving.

I am morning mist,
and the breathing of evening.

I am wind in the top of a grove,
and surf on the cliff.
Mast, rudder, helmsman, and keel,
I am also the coral reef they founder on.

I am a tree with a trained parrot in its branches.
Silence, thought, and voice.

The musical air coming through a flute,
a spark of a stone, a flickering in metal.
Both candle, and the moth crazy around it.

Rose, and the nightingale
lost in the fragrance.

I am all orders of being, the circling galaxy,
the evolutionary intelligence,
the lift, and the falling away.
What is, and what isn’t.

You who know Jelaluddin,
You the one in all,
say who I am.
Say I am You.


Apr 16 2013

Rumi, on Preconceived Fears

Posted by Knonie

Photo ©Knonie

Some lines from Masnavi, Book III, by Jalal ad-Din Muhammad Rumi.

Translation: A person can walk fearlessly on a path half a yard wide on the ground. But if you have to walk over a high wall which is 2 yards wide, you won’t be able to do so. Your preconceived fears have deluded your mind and you fall. Use your intellect to understand fear and delusion.


Apr 16 2013

Jab teri dhun mein jiya kartay thay

Posted by Knonie

Jab teri dhun mein jiya kartay thay
Hum bhi chup chaap phira kartay thay

Aankh mein piyaas hooa karti thi
Dil mein toofan uthaa kartay thay

Loug aatay thay ghazal sun’nay ko
Hum teri baat kiya kartay thay

Sach samajhtay thay teray vaadon ko
Raat din ghar mein raha kartay thay

Kisi veeranay mein tujh say mil kar
Dil mein kia phool khila kartay thay

Ghar ki deewaar sajanay kay liye
Hum tera naam likhaa kartay thay

Wo bhi kia din thay bhula kar tujh ko
Hum tujhay yaad kiya kartay thay

Jab tere dard mein dil dukhta tha
Hum teray haq mein duaa kartay thay

Apnay aansoo bhi sitaron ki tarah
Tere honton pay saja kartay thay


Apr 8 2013

Woh bulaayein tou kia tamasha ho – Saghar Siddiqui

Posted by Knonie

Woh bulaayein tou kia tamasha ho
Hum na jaayein tou kia tamasha ho

Ye kinaaron se khelnay walay
Doob jaayein tou kia tamasha ho

Banda-parvar jo hum pe guzri hai
Hum batayein tou kia tamasha ho

Aaj hum bhi teri wafaaon par
Muskurayein tou kia tamasha ho

Teri soorat jo ittefaaq se hum
Bhool jaayein tou kia tamasha ho

Waqt ki chand sa’atein Saghar
Laut aayein tou kia tamasha ho

A rare photograph of Saghar Siddiqui squatting at a street corner of Lahore and about to set fire to a bunch of his poems. After 15 years of morphine addiction, depression and living on the streets, in 1974 he was found dead on one such street of Lahore.  Exposed to the cold winter of Lahore, he passed away in his sleep. He was just 46.

A rare photograph of Saghar Siddiqui squatting at a street corner of Lahore and about to set fire to a bunch of his poems.
After 15 years of morphine addiction, depression and living on the streets, in 1974 he was found dead on one such street of Lahore.
Exposed to the cold winter of Lahore, he passed away in his sleep.
He was just 46.


Apr 1 2013

April Fool

Posted by Knonie

©Knonie

Tell me a lie
and say
Everything you ever told me
is true

— Knonie


Mar 20 2013

Two Forms, One Soul — Rumi

Posted by Knonie

Photo ©Knonie

 

Happy is the moment, when we sit together,
With two forms, two faces, yet one soul,
you and I.

The flowers will bloom forever,
The birds will sing their eternal song,
The moment we enter the garden,
you and I.

The stars of heaven will come out to watch us,
And we will show them
the light of a full moon –
you and I.

No more thought of “you” and “I.”
Just the bliss of union –
Joyous, alive, free of care, you and I.

All the bright-winged birds of heaven
Will swoop down to drink of our sweet water –
The tears of our laughter, you and I.

What a miracle of fate, us sitting here.
Even at the opposite ends of the earth
We would still be together, you and I.

We have one form in this world,
another in the next.

To us belongs an eternal heaven,
the endless delight of you and I.


Mar 13 2013

Epitaph for a rock, by Faiz

Posted by Knonie

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Mar 13 2013

But I love your feet…

Posted by Knonie

“But I love your feet
only because they walked
upon the earth and upon
the wind and upon the waters,
until they found me.”

― Pablo Neruda


Mar 5 2013

Bittersweet

Posted by Knonie

In my hallucination
I saw my beloved’s flower garden
In my vertigo, in my dizziness
In my drunken haze
Whirling and dancing like a spinning wheel
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Feb 6 2013

There are worse things…

Posted by Knonie

“There are worse things
than being alone
but it often takes
decades to realize this
and most often when you do
it’s too late
and there’s nothing worse
than too late”

― Charles Bukowski

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Feb 3 2013

Rain

Posted by Knonie

Raining
Outside

Damp pillow.

—Knonie.


Jan 31 2013

What more—?

Posted by Knonie

You are the call and I am the answer,
You are the wish, and I the fulfilment,
You are the night, and I the day.
What else? it is perfect enough.
It is perfectly complete,
You and I,
What more—?

Strange, how we suffer in spite of this!

— D.H. Lawrence
(Excerpt from the poem Bei Hennef)


Jan 30 2013

We Were Emergencies

Posted by Knonie

We can stick anything into the fog
and make it look like a ghost
but tonight
let us not become tragedies.
We are not funeral homes
with propane tanks in our windows,
lookin’ like cemeteries.
Cemeteries are just the Earth’s way of not letting go.
Let go.

Tonight
let’s turn our silly wrists so far backwards
the razor blades in our pencil tips
can’t get a good angle on all that beauty inside.
Step into this
with your airplane parts.
Move forward
and repeat after me with your heart:

“I no longer need you to fuck me as hard as I hated myself.”

Make love to me
like you know I am better
than the worst thing I ever did.
Go slow.
I’m new to this.
But I have seen nearly every city from a rooftop
without jumping.

I have realized
that the moon
did not have to be full for us to love it,
that we are not tragedies
stranded here beneath it,
that if my heart
really broke
every time I fell from love
I’d be able to offer you confetti by now.

But hearts don’t break,
y’all,
they bruise and get better.
We were never tragedies.
We were emergencies.
You call 9 – 1 – 1.
Tell them I’m having a fantastic time.

— Buddy Wakefield.


Jan 6 2013

I am present…

Posted by Knonie

I am present
in the past
of everyone
I loved.

— Knonie.

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