Mystic Qalandar Poems

Behind iron bars, the nightingale still sings
Its anthem of freedom—unbroken.
The cruelest world cannot smother
The dawn blazing bright in its heart!
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You are in me,
flickering at the core of silence,
a hidden flame that breathes
through the hollow of my being.
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I was once a lion
of unseen wilds—
my roar, a clap of thunder;
my gaze, a lightning strike.
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My love, your words
Draw radiant rivers beyond time,
Flowing through sleeping valleys,
Through forests where shadow weeps—
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Do not speak of me as gone.
I was never a fragment to be lost,
but the unbroken whole beneath all form—
the light without a wick,
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To my heart, the bird's song comes—
Whispered tales of an ancient king,
Not bound to earth, but robed in eternal sky,
Where time unwinds
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Remember this truth:
You were not born to fade
like mist at dawn,
nor to vanish into shadows.
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A path of dust—older than dust—
Kashmir's valley breathing still;
The clay remembers gentle feet,
And water hums its secret hymn.
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Centuries old, this hallowed path—
Kashmir's valley, tender earth.
Guests would rest in quiet grace,
Hosts would cleanse their weary feet.
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Fragrance of Divine Service—
A fragrance distilled from light,
breathed into the heart
by the Most Merciful.
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