Ghazal: The Station Of The Qalandar Poem by Mystic Qalandar

Where the chains of fleeting time are torn apart, Qalandar lives,
Neither past nor future holds his heart—Qalandar lives.

He wanders free, like wind released from every tethering,
Each breath a pillar, every state his art—Qalandar lives.

In every spark, in every grain, he sees the Face of God,
Each particle a song, each fragment sings—Qalandar lives.

The tongue grows silent while the endless secret speaks,
A thousand dialogues in stillness start—Qalandar lives.

The wounded soul finds balm in his unspoken grace,
Mercy strewn like fragrance over every mart—Qalandar lives.

He seeks no throne of heaven, nor the earth's acclaim,
In Light beyond dominion and apart, Qalandar lives.

The lamp of love he kindles in the hidden heart,
His whisper shakes the veils that once kept souls apart—Qalandar lives.

No crown, no miracle defines the path he shows,
The Preserved Tablet speaks through Love's own chart—Qalandar lives.

In Fana's ocean he dissolves, yet shines anew,
Each breath a prayer, each glance a sacred art—Qalandar lives.

MyKoul, inquire not of wonders, seek the path of love,
Where self dissolves, and God imparts—Qalandar lives.

—October 1,2025