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these scents

in our rose garden

have become the talk of town

Little do the whisperer know,

we drink from the

ark

which sheds salvation

at dawn

a rare table is set

another owl

freed from its nest

• Mohsin Ali

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i have been staring at you

for eternities..

still this gazing wasn’t enough

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poetry descends,

from the sacred scent

of Your shrine

Many hold a pen

Rarely,

does it ever

write

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the sound which your name made when it was written

“ كن Kun”

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O how the intellect lost its view

when it walked a few steps

attempting to contemplate You

If the scent of the Friend wasn’t enough as proof



Until existence ascends

the Moon engraved, with a three lettered rule

Occulted in broad nights,

wolfs howling praise at the Lions sight

O Light on the mount of Sinai

You are the Kind

show us some morsels

we are merely mud,

kneaded by your Eyes

• Mohsin Ali

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In our honest dreams

Someone else sleeps

Gazing through the mist

With no such faculty of speech

Writing letters to the skies

Dedications to a leaf

A sweet melody always

passes too

quick for me

White doves, a table

A poem which hints towards

Majesty

• Mohsin Ali

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You hear the whispers,

of this soulful heart

The sky is vast

and painted

in a delicate black

Surrounding this shard

are many paths

each professing to poetry

as they glance

Standing guard at the door

is a familiar hand

Beauty prays there

and we catch

what we can ..

• Mohsin Ali

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on nights like these

when the Moon is on a pilgrimage

and the oceans are still

we know..

somewhere on this abode

You are illuminating sun’s

on nights like these

when the Moon is hidden

stars flock to you

asking for permission

to flicker, to be

to not be

on nights like these

i am,

jealous of the mud

under your Sacredness ..

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• Mirza Ghalib

Ghalib Nadeem-e-Dost Se Aati Hai Bu-e-Dost;

Mashghul-e-Haq Hoon Bandagi-e-Bu Turaab Mein!

Ghalib, the fragrance of the Lord emanates from the Lord’s Companion,

Recognizing Ali has become a business of my truth.

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Nothing hurts a good soul and a kind heart more than to live amongst people who cannot understand it.

Imam Ali

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on every street corner

we meet

Ourselves

When she sings

i think of only clouds

Enchantments of her soothing

sound

A real poem is a map of the soul

to recite, one must bleed and

drown

To be,

one must need

Dissolved have oceans

trying to plead…

• Mohsin Ali

Oil painting titled Eclipse by Konstantin Korobov

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O’ Ethereal scent

of every rose

Farewell

O’ Secret

guarded by 13 Cloaks

Farewell

O’ Bestower of colour

to morphing

Nights

Farewell

O’ Luminous companion

of the King

Farewell

O’ Sight giver

to the angels

Farewell

O’ Mysterious Light

which binds

the Seven

skies

Farewell

O’ Spirit

which never leaves

Farewell

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when we die

write Her name

on my tomb

It is enough to be the brightest of candles

These letters eclipse

all celestial Moons

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little do they know

your Name is the Kun (Be) of Ya Seen

after You

the Pen is forever broken

due to You

Karbala shadows every story

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close the door

Behind you

on the coldest nights

The Stars shine the brightest

upon the path

oceans taste like Musk

Announcements are common

listeners are but a few

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we have been decorating the entrance

a whole Palace scented in gold

each letter from your Name

is placed on a throne

everywhere we look

is Majestic and wanderlust