Sufic
Madness is a book of poetry, of hundred plus poems, purely inspirational as
mystical gifts from Spirit within and without.
Haiku,
quatrains, sonnets, meditational profundity unfathomable. Greater part of this
collection touches on the the themes of love, wisdom, knowledge, fortunes as
well as misfortunes. Nature and beauty
swathed in their own mysterious awe are the other aspects of this medley of
poems, almost living, throbbing symphony of song and music.
Excerpts
from the Book
Sufic Madness
Medley of Haiku,
Quatrains, Mystical poems
Though joy was kneaded
In rising bread of sorrow
I ate it with greed
Through armor of light
Burnt a candle for last breath
Into womb of wax
Love You Dolly
Dolly was a dearly born spirit of love
Lighting up whole world with her sweet songs
Into loving arms of Lord she has risen Above
To earth and heavens she ineffably belongs
Nature Jewels
Autum leaves
fluttering
Like butterflies
on trees
Sun-gold
shuddering
Above graceful
flight of geese
My shadow does all the thinking and talking
Even feeling the pulse of joy or grief
I merely follow its caprice
Chained to its desires, frail and ephemeral
To seek my
Beloved down the
I chiseled my way
through the tunnel of Light
When Fire of Love
leapt from deep within
Beloved came
near, I in bliss expired
Ah, my soul
ablaze with the Fire of Love
Longing to be
united with the Beloved
Cutting the veil
of Separation with the blade of agony
A beautiful
death, Beloved me, rapt and consumed
You have imprisoned my heart
Inside ribcage, Beloved
Fearing that it might leap
Out of its prison
To embrace your beauty
With bleeding arms
Beauty of Youth
Fear not of aging
Beloved
Let your luminous
gaze
Reflect
Radiant beauty of
youth
Which is your
everlasting
Gift Divine
Brilliant light
of love
Corona Cure
Stay home, wash
your hands
Inhale the scent
of solitude
Look deep into
your heart which understands
If we nurture
seeds of fortitude
Practice caution,
not to be depressed by reprimands
From mind grown
dull, empty of gratitude
Why fear this
virus of corona
When we can kill
it with insulin of love
Welcome this free
time to improve your persona
Faith can move
mountains, Guidance comes from Above
Mystical Presence
I know You are
with me
Beloved
When the scent of
Your Presence
Overwhelms me
A nameless
fragrance
Sweet and
intoxicating
Dare I name it
The incense of
breath
From the very
heart of
Champa, Chambeli
Rat-ki-Rani
Swooning, I
inhale
Thirsting for
more
Could death be
sweeter
Than this
bliss-rapture
Don't leave me
Beloved!
Beloved with
Beloved
Pilgrimage
In the temple of
my soul
Is a yearly
ritual
Like the rite of
hajj
Going around
Kaaba
Kissing the Black
Stone
Not knowing who I
am
Nor feeling
Wither I drift
'I' is left
behind
East, west
North and south
All barriers
dissolve
Only cosmic
energy
Glittering,
expanding, guiding
Unity in
multiplicity
Bride with the
bridegroom
Beloved with
Beloved
G-d with God
Alas, then
The material dust
rises
To blind vision
Muse
The spiritual god
Whipping me to
awareness
Pain, desire,
longing
Lost and
earthbound, 'I'
The jungle of
time
Scalding,
everlastingly
Time eternal
Waiting
To embrace unity
In pilgrimage
lost
Divine Gift of
Ecstasy
In Remembrance
I got lost
Inside the
valleys of dhikr
Each word a flame
Each memory a
brand of fire
Stabbing,
enveloping
Only Khidr, the
comforting Guide
Licking away pain
and torment
Of Separation
Five gates
leading nowhere
Beloved far and
Absent
Heart longing to
embrace
The Unseen, the
Unforgettable
Spiritual hungers
Thirsts inviolate
This journey into
wilderness
Suddenly, a spark
The spiraling of
music
Light cutting
through veils
A glorious
revelation
At the feet of my
Beloved
I melt into
nothingness
Pure bliss,
rapture supreme
No dhikr, no
Khidr
Sweet voice of
silence
Divine Gift of
ecstasy
Soma of Union
A cluster of
leaves
Inside my heart
Stirred by the
breeze
Of the
Sing and dance
Inebriated
By the wine of
Love
Beloved gazing
At this madness
Laughter
Come closer
You Angels
Drink
The soma of
Voice of Silence
The root of
Wisdom
Such Music Divine
Soul remembering
God
The minstrel
Inside me
Torch of Life
Ishtar rising
from her throne of youth
Landed on the
altars of beauty
Erected by the
Phoenicians
Holding the Torch
of Life
Lovers slumbering
in delicious sleep
And night-songs
lulled by silence
Moved her to
tears of joy
Further down the
valley
A lonely brook
Lit by the lamp
of the Moon
Cradled one poet
Deep within the
seat of a slippery rock
Rapt, bewildered
eyes
Seeking reeds
The canopy of
stars above
Reflected in the
still, glassy waters
A ripple of
sadness in the wind
Embracing death
As the true
bridegroom
Leaving behind a
cry
Most
heart-rending
The Torch of Life
Slipped from
Ishtar's hands
Reeds shivering
Cold, white stars
Dewdrops of agony
The dawn of
another dream-life
Poet in oblivion
Gazing still
Into the eyes of
the reeds
Blind and
stricken
Temple of Time
Inside the temple
of time
I pray for
surcease
Windstorms knock
and groan
Storm-clouds
lower
Their banners of
tears
Yet within my
sanctuary
All are hush and
quiet
Not a whiff of
breeze
To sway my
solitude
Only me and my muse
At the shrine of
silence
Suddenly I sob
The light is gone
Darkness pervades
My lone prayers
chilled
Stare into the
face of laughing death
There is no
escape from life
In those dark
eyes
Illumined by time
No end, no
beginning
Only a circle of illusion
Going round and
round
The dizzying
speed of cosmic mind
Fairytales
From the dark
embrace of Eros
Psyche went mad,
wandering
Into profounder
blackness still
How gods take
vengeance
And goddess'
weave
The mantles of
fates
Night air of cold
night
Sings such tales
Of love and grief
Of lovers lost
And of loves
united
One gold thread
In every heart
Spools and
un-spools
The legends most
illusive
And yet the
canker of desire
With the rust of
passion
Has sprinkled my
gold
With black soot
Fairytales and muse-magic
Cutting, tearing
The rivers of mystery
In heart agonized
Flights of Fancy
I can dance on
the sunbeams
Such feelings,
alas
Are rare and
numbered
Only when muse smiles
And eyes of the
stars laugh
Loving warmth
And edicts of
hope
Into the very
desert of my soul
A subtle chill
lingers
With the promise
of the tempests
Then emptiness
Listening to the
silence within
Where stark,
loathsome wounds
And sand-parched
vistas
Whirl and expand
Sucking chaos
Confusion of the
ages past
One throb inside
me cries
The wound of
separation
Harp of the
Goddesses
Through your eyes
I see heavens
Not blue as the
vast oceans
But glowing with
warmth and sunlight
The molten gold
of the spring
The flowers in
tapestry of colors
And daffodils
Along the dreamy
paths
Intoxicated with
joy
Gazing at the
palace of gold
A jeweled throne
on the terrace
Radiant with a
canopy of stars
Singing hymns to
the muse
A shining moon in
the distance
On the strings of
its own white harp
Striking the
night air
With a tune most
lovely
A lovelorn sung
by the goddesses
Awaiting the muse of all gods
The perfect one
Whose eyes are
many suns
Inside the pools
of all desire
Many a Ghosts
Inside the
fortress of my body
My soul stays
prisoner
Longing for
liberty
The freedom to
soar
But the doors are
locked
And windows
blackened
With the soot of time
All guards
blasted by age
Yet protecting
the weak flesh
Many a ghosts of
the past
Striving to break
open
Through the slit
of rest and darkness
Have been slain
by the feeble guardians
Soul sleeping
Dreaming dreams
Pleading with muse
To break the
barriers of separation
How thoughts with
anguished calm
Touch the sails
of freedom
Inside the Eden of desire
The tablets of
fate have yet to defend themselves
Against the
furnace of my contemplation
The Lotus of
Reckoning
Sailing down the
nine doors of my soul
I entered the
lotus of reckoning
A jewel in its
bosom
Shining with a
glare from the snowy peaks
Through the eye
of a needle
Reflecting an
altar most noble
Pearls
luminescent like the moons
And rubies with
the fire of sunsets
One gleaming
sheet of jewels
Over the tomb
most pure
Gods and
goddesses couchant
Against the
thrones of gold
Sipping the
ambrosia of Bliss
In goblets
jeweled
Oh, sight most
accursed
Why did you pluck
the gem most precious
The size of a
sparkling Sun
The amber
brilliance in the eyes of Muse
Plunging all in
darkness
The Sun in my
heart
With the fury of
a volcano
Consuming all
My pain, my
passion, my madness
The thrones of
Light and jewels gone
White, shining
torment
And yet
A bliss most
supreme
Shining white
Silence
