divine and mystical

Dusk of Scarlet Violet Indigo

The scent of Incense and Eucalyptus.  Children sleep quietly, silence reverberates, the ghost of laughter echoing hollowly.  Lingering coal black clouds, descend upon the outskirts of unmapped towns.  A gentle taste of Autumn in July across dry cracked lawns.  Riptides and the north wind, whisper warnings, pleading to the innocent and young.  The magnificent outline of Chicago, rises from the surface of the western horizon.  Hummingbird, oh hummingbird gliding and levitating amidst rustling spruce.  A jog down Saint John Road.  I hesitate before sunset, to take in the fragrance of white pine.  We rush past cottonwoods, their bark stripped, branches shattered along the curb.  A wind erupts, trampling through the brush along the stream.  We run, we run just north of the cornfields and east of the setting sun.  Exploding into a dusk of scarlet violet indigo. 

BETWEEN GOD AND ME

Tell the preacher to leave me to myself
And keep his advice for someone else
I have drunk the best wine in the tavern of God
And He loves to give me more and more of the divine.

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CRAVING THE DRINK OF HIS LOVE

And now I crave the drink from the Saqi,
Defined as God, Ishwar* and Elahi*
The goblet and cup brought down by an angel,
Brimming with the wine of His generosity.
(Written and posted by Muhammad Naveed Ahmed/Emmenay, on January 08, 2012.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

*SAQI: One who gives a drink to the thirsty. Here it is used for God Almighty.
*ISHWAR: The name of God in Hindu scriptures.
*ELAHI: One of the names of God (Allah) in Arabic.

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A DIALOGUE WITH GOD

O my Lord God! O my Beloved!
Invisible You are but I can see you everywhere!
I saw you on the hilly range this evening...
O my Lord God! O my Love of loves!
There was nothing but You that I saw today...
How can I describe it? How to portray,
The glorious grandeur I saw all the way,
From north to south, from east to west!
But I am proud I love you more than before,
More than the previous times, more evermore...
I want to be with You all the time,
Only You and I ...I do dare to say...
I want to come out of self-imposed prison terms,
To feel the ecstasy with Which being near you gives.
Greater it is than the bliss of Paradise,
To be with You only, to talk to You only,
And by doing so, growing wiser than the wise...
On the mountain top where the mysterious brook sings,
And where the doves of Firdous* love to come and spring,
The joys which only the soul can realize...
In chorus their hymns glide in the air,
Free from all materialistic care.
Yes O my Lord God! O my Love of loves!
Just You and I in the mirth of the doves...
The rapturous joy of Love: pure, divine, true,
Just You and me and nothing but us two.
How nice it will be O my Love of loves,
To be with You and the undisturbed groves!
(Written by Muhammad Naveed Ahmed (Emmenay) more than two decades ago. Posted on November 22, 2011).

Author's Notes/Comments: 

*FIRDOUS: According to the Glorious Quran, the best realm of Paradise, more beautiful than Eden itself and reserved for the blessed chosen servants of the Almighty Creator, Allah.
This poem was written by me in the spring season more than 24 years ago.

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