The 'S' in Sufi..

 He bowled me over 

Not withstanding

the shackles of

the reckless mind

I gave myself totally

fell into the profundity

and never came back

His forty rules took care of me

and never let me go

astray

encouraging me to look within

and find myself

"A good man complains of no one;

he does not look to faults", he says.

Breaking the 'I' bit by bit

my soul wants 

to be engulfed

and enamored 

more and more

Taking my first step 

to the inward journey

towards becoming whole..

~ Dedicated to Shams of Tabriz, His words and His beautiful companionship to the greatest Sufi poet of all times - Jalāl ad-Dīn Muḥammad Rūmī  popularly known as 'Rumi'. 

I don't know whether I'll end up becoming a Sufi, but yes this book "The Forty Rules of Love by Elif Shafak, definitely introduced me with the 'S' in the word Sufi. I from all my heart thank my friend Ankur for lending me this book and helping in opening new vistas for me. :) This book was not only a brilliant read but as my poem suggests, helps you to take that first step towards your beautiful within. And its not like the dreary books which tell to "Self Inquire".. Like its apparent, it brings out  the poet in you..your most beautiful self! :')

No-Vice

How new
or how fresh
should one be
to have no vice?


Untrained for the
viciousness outside
and a nobody 
in the vulture's eyes.


To become luscious
one needs to absorb
a lot more than
just goodness


cater to the 
prying eyes,
push and pull
and go with the flow.


Some eventually rise
slowly and steadily up the surge
while some pay the price
just for being a novice
with no vice.

Caught in the dark

Grumbling clouds and vein-like sparks

Whistling wind and rain drop marks.

in the distant street, a dog, a bark.

the sound of an owl, a noise so dark.

The tweet of the bird, the squeak of the tire

A forgotten dream in the notes of a lyre

the rising smoke from a distant pyre

the hem of an escaping dress caught in wire.

The struggle to be free, to fulfill the hidden desire…

On a street where even love can be found for hire.

To love and to die, wishing for the only place left. Fire...

and only the fire can set them free.

The thoughts are endless, strong is the need

an innocent mind now possessed with greed..

all this while playing hard to get, life gets u right..Nice and sleek.

(With serious contribution from Rohan Dahiya! Author of the blog http://le-mot-tordus.blogspot.in/)

Breaking free...

Unexplored.

New found love

safe. not secure within an alcove

roars and gloats

at everyone down below

and above.

Total mess and a rage

behind bars its been

now out in the open

finally out of the cage.

Its wild and its murderous.

Out to slay everything

that bars its way.

Always been incredulous.

Its the urge to be loved 

and to express..

All this while.. years and eons

not anymore will it suppress.

A mad attempt to thwart

all rules and notions

breaking free of labels

learning the flying art.

Stripping off all that's old

with the new found love

holding hands & dissolving

discovering the lot
which was left unexplored.

Release

A Walk down

a triple lane highway

A friend made

along the way

Oblivious to the

broken asphalt

a talk about forever dreams.

A thick sheer of clouds

heralding the onset of rain

the wind seems to be answering

billowing through the hair

leaving behind a whiff of scented air

a sign of the lurid drizzle by all means.

As the end of the road 

meets with the downpour

the head falls back 

as the drops caress

the contours of my face

carving curves as they slide off

ready for another chase.

I take it all in

as I stand there 

looking at the heavens

above around and within

so perfect so impeccable

how it untarnishes every thought

and every particle it leavens.

Barely afloat

Half  drowned

the leaf that's brown

withered and shriveled

once hanging above like a crown

sways and falls

plop on the water..

the feeling of the cool

bobbing away in the pool.

A drop falls from above

and it takes further down

the leaf that's brown

More drops, and

down falls the rain

sprouting more leaves

buds at first

waiting for the harsh winds

to finally turn brown

and fall down at last.