Khalid, come a mendicant With nothing to your name But unabating love for him Whom angelkind proclaim Then leave a mendicant no more With heart and will so steeled To bear all brand of wound and scar To despair never yield
Convergence
You’re in his flock Now heed his call Or find yourself astray The ticking clock Will brings us all Up on the longest Day
Reclamation
Come together drafty soul In away from wind and tide Think of times when you were whole With no shrapnel in your side Warm and childlike innocence Feet and seashells on the shores When you breathed a love intense And a name would soothe your sores Let the arrogances die Die away while you repair Salawaat in every sigh Scent of tasbeeh in the air
Bulbul
Morning dew heaven’s play Washes earth as if to say Here’s another chance to get you right Basmala in the air Devastating dark despair Hope in bulbul’s song and heron’s flight
The Budilovsky Literary Award
Some great news. Two of my poems were published in the Fall issue of the Prairie Light Review.
Morning Chai won me the Budilovsky Literary Award. They asked me to recite the winning poem at the PLR release event on December 15.
Inevitably
Sometimes Like that weightless moment Of first light Splitting day and night A memory returns Spellbinding Rewinding Revealing though blinding A sign you want to ignore But end up finding Because you can’t afford Another lapse
Loserdom
What sort of servant you khalid Receiving your Master’s command With a “why” on your mind That is burning to find Out His reasons that you understand Your lordly submission is flat Just what sort of servant is that
Wakeful Little Thing
Success is strange Sometimes it lies A quiet creature Unasleep You see it less With passing hours But there it is Still unasleep You mourn your mountain Losses with No clue it’s lying Unasleep There lies a lesson Unacknowledged Underrated Unasleep Be you in awe Of little wins That help you vanquish Little sins Be you in awe Of little creatures Unintruding Unasleep
Fa hum laa yubsirūn
It is a matter of intelligence in the end gleaned from a cosmic celestial blend an interconnectedness sent on a heart free of freedoms that speaks from a Word and a Will inhibiting senses intending ill It is in the end just so for he walks past them but they do not see him go
Tuning In
Before you wander off with plans To listen to your heart Be sure to know its voices so You can tell them apart A lifetime of learning Before you’re discerning