All the long night,
I could not get this out of my head.
Because how is it that even when I too do not look,
I see You?
How is it that You burn my eyes,
burn onto the backs of my eyelids,
when You do not inhabit even the peripheral?
Where can I go that I will not think of You?
Where do You stay,
so that I will not know You are there?
Sunrise and sunset swallows You out of my blessed sight.
But even as I smile at the reprieve,
I know it was You all along.
Hafsa Khan (22.01.2015).
Sorry about the long silence between posts. All I can say is: life. Although I hope the poem made up for it. It is a Sufi inspired work I wrote a few months ago now.
Also – just because I feel this might be a gift to someone else – here is Sareban performed by the Shams Ensemble. A musical performance of a sonnet written by Maulana Rumi. My soul can be found in this somewhere…
Enjoy.
IT'S A WONDERFUL WORLD. WITH ROCKET PROPELLED GRENADES. 