she weeps for her loss her falling tears tell her the story of water's journey from earth to heaven and back as rain over and over again and again and not a single drop ever lost 172
so terrified of losing you I clutched at nothing grasped emptiness, my love became iron bars and then they whispered in my ear the secret of prison walls that when I try to bind you no one is fettered but me that when I open locks and let you go I shall set myself free 170
only when my hands were emptied and my heart was laid bare of all the clutter of pleasure and pain did I see him at the still calm centre the ancient dervish whirling in ecstasy
she wept when she saw them wilting leaves she had thought were evergreen, she wept when she found it crumbling love she had thought would never die, then she opened her fists and gave them up to the passing wind and the wind in its roving restlessness soon dried her flowing tears
when the first drop fell home was still many steps away so I slowed down my quickening feet feeling the wetness soak through to my skin holding my face up to the sky I made love to the falling rain 160
their meetings make waves typhoons, cyclones,hurricanes birth in the force of their passion and when he holds her up in his arms in the sky they crack up the sunlight and beget glorious rainbows Oh, the tumultous love affair between water and air!
the tree in its nakedness calls out as I walk past with eyes that see yet do not see feeling something akin to fear I reach out fingertips touching scars where shoots had broken out in their greenness flowers had come with their promised fruits bareness holding marks of love's burden borne with growing hope, I embrace with ear pressed close, I try to hear the rising of sap pulled by roots running deep and all I can hear is the rushing of my blood 156
when yellowed leaves fall trees love to speak of letting go if they find a listener they'll tell sad tales of open hands fingers spread wide of losing love and hardships of winter to come don't be fooled by their talk good storytellers they are for deep underneath they know well how to hold the earth in their grasp silent roots spread far and wide enmeshing, entwining and the whole forest is one 155
Pushed for long
into obscure corners
it comes seeping darkly
from under locked doors.
In ever louder whines
it calls my name
while I fill my ears
with din of the world.
O utter aloneness,
blessed silence
when will I learn
to call you my own?
when you my love, sit by my side what need do I have of a tavern?
when in the soil of my heart, a vineyard grows what need do I have of a tavern?
when my limbs are heavy, with fruit laden vines what need do I have of a tavern? when grapes crushed by your touch, yield sweet red wine what need do I have of a tavern?
when you my love, flow in my veins 'Rwits' what need do I have of a tavern ?
153 Written as an exercise for Caferati. We had to write a ghazal in English on the theme of 'intoxication.'