Ghazal

Dec 4

Perhaps, hope exists like a clue in your eyes;
all I witness is the gleam on the dew in your eyes.

I haven’t believed for far too many years now,
yet faith has survived, so real, so true, in your eyes.

If there is history in the language we speak,
in a glance, I have seen the future anew in your eyes.

In tidal waves the ocean reveals cosmic affinity.
I am the cupbearer, pour me all of you from your eyes.

In Mocha, the Sufi Master drinks to concentrate;
I wonder, what secrets you brew in your eyes.

If the Ant must gallop across a desert so vast, so deep,
let me, Siddiq, pause now and hold my view in your eyes.

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30 Years