Tuesday, February 14, 2017


A tyrant said
You don't like my world
Just leave.
I laughed
And laughed some more.
The more I laugh
The madder he gets.
Your world?
Since when was it yours?
Since the day I was born
This is my world.
I change it mind
With my values
Make it transform
Around me.
I am not a destroyer like you
I am a maker
My action is love
Not hate like yours.
Love is the currency
Of this world
My world.
Hate is counterfeit.
You can exchange it once
You can exchange it twice.
At the end people will recognize
What is fake
What has no value
Love buys every time
It will never fall
Out of style
It is the real thing.

By Kabuli
Valentine's day 2017
My world.. Seattle

Friday, October 28, 2016

A New Kind of Prayer

This is how I pray
When Sunday is over
But Monday is a still not here
Just like dimensions you don't see
There are days and nights you cannot feel
Those are illusive days
And the nights are even more hidden
Behind the curtains
Full of mystery, full of secrecy.
You got to be careful 
To catch them at the right moment
The right time
The right angle
Or they are gone forever
They say Noah lived 950 years
Of course I don't believe it
But I also know it is true
Because almost 900 of those
Happened on those invisible years
When Sunday is gone
But Monday is not here
On that Day
When the sun is not up
And neither down.
I face another dimension
I whisper:
Dear God
Do you think it is a good idea?
To listen to my prayers sometime?
If you think so
I have some favors to ask.
Can you write them down?
Never mind, you don’t forget of course.
First of all.
Please forgive me
For not being a follower
Because quiet  often
People who claim to represent you
Or came from you
Done and do more harm
Than good in this world
And that gentleman
Or whatever he is
That you created from fire
Or from Soy milk
I don’t know
His name is Satan
Or something like that.
I don’t know why he is here
And for what purpose.
Not to serve my needs for sure.
Do whatever you want with him
But please keep him away from me
Thank you for listening
I think that’s all for now

October 27, 2016

Wednesday, June 15, 2016

The night and the bride

The night was young
And the bride was young.
Night and bride have a lot in common
Night is full of stars.
Bright stars
Beautiful stars
Beauty and stars give you hope
Bride is the essence of beauty
Beauty itself. The definition of it.
Bride is the meaning of love
The source of life,  life itself.
And life and love
Life and hope
Life and beauty
They are inseparable
They are E=mc2
The energy of love
Creates the mass
That moves the world.
So our bride tied the knot
And the night showcased
The chandelier of stars
And the shiny sparkling path.
The freeways passing through
From Galaxy to Galaxy.
And the hope has a declaration.
As long as there is love
Life will never end

June 2016

Monday, December 28, 2015

A Lie

The original poem I wrote with this title is in Persian, written in 2010. I promised someday I will write the English version because of enormous positive response I got and while I don’t deserve it, thanks all who said nice words about it. Sorry, most of the time English can not capture the soul and depth of Persian mystic poetry. I will try my best.

A lie !!!!

You told me to lie and live comfortably
I said sure, but all my lies are truth
What they call truth is fraud, children stories.
What I say are lies according to the world
Because you can not feel it with five senses
What is evident to others, always hidden from me.
You said: You gave me headache, I don’t know what are you saying.
I said of course, because the language I speak
They haven’t invented alphabet for it yet
You said can you not speak in my language?
I said why not, just close your ears
Only then you would understand my secret
You said repent from blasphemy and disbelief.
I said no way, blasphemy is my faith.
What they call faith is the worse than apostasy
It is not fair whatever you hear from cleric and Imam
You call it words of God
You said abandon crooked ways, choose a straight path.
I said I don’t have legs to go straight or crooked
My soul is a globe of fire my tribe is the Sun itself.
anywhere it stands, the center of gravity doesn’t change
Wherever it goes, it is the right path.
You said you tested all my patience
I don’t want to hear anymore
I said now you getting somewhere
What you said at the end
Is the beginning of free soul

By Kabuli

December 28 2015

Sunday, December 27, 2015

Ant Colonies

Whenever I see ugliness
Injustice, tyranny
Ignorance and bigotry
Intolerance and self righteousness
Sadness spreads through my heart.
Then I think
This life is not long enough
To get wasted, feeling sorry
For ignorant pride of others
Not one, not a thousand, not a million
You can not rectify,
Everything that is crooked.
Just distinguish yourself
Be the best you can be.
It is hard to separate your human body
From your soul
But if you polish your soul
From all ugliness
All prejudice and hate,
Just bite your own tongue
And don't payback hate with hate
It can be done
Just try little harder
Than the effort you already made.
Then your soul is a divine soul
Then you don't obey your ego.
Light shines through you.
You fly. You see from above.
Ugliness is gone
You see all the beauty
All harmony and peace
And a few ant colonies
That fight over territory
All you want to do is laugh
And move to next scenery.

By Kabuli
December 27. 2015

Thursday, December 17, 2015

In the name of God.

The monster of insanity
Disgrace to all humanity
Left his body to claim his prize.
Proud of himself, to be so wise.
Where is heaven he would say
I prayed five times a day.
I killed in the name of God.
My vision of his kingdom broad.
This feels like frying pan I am like fish
I did nothing wrong only his wish
I have a coupon for seventy two virgins
Could it be them hiding behind the curtains.
Creeks of milk and honey, shade of tree
Giggling girls when they swallow water , you can see.
I did jihad, I sold children of kufaar.
No one can top my hate so far.
I killed the adult in all the corners.
Enslaved the women and teens while they were mourners

A chilling voice came loud and clear.
From nowhereland, suddenly did appear.
Keep talking you lowest of lows.
Your ugliness darkens all that glows
Don't let me stop you, say all you done.
I have no time, say it before I run.
Oh God, you here at last, you made me worry.
But it's all right now, I expected the flurry
Everything I did I started with your name.
I have left no room what so ever for blame
In the name of most gracious most merciful
I cleaned the earth with a force of a crazy bull.
I am no God, you ignorant murderer, ugly thing
Was just passing by ,heard your nonsense ring
You call God the one with mercy and grace
But every crime you committed you had no mercy no grace.
Heaven is no house for your imaginary virgin
No one enslaves no spirit, your brain needs a neuro_surgeon.
You treated God created free women as object, as property
Your don't even deserve your mother's milk, if you could think properly
Don't be yelling the name of God, your mouth is dirty
Your torment, your torture should be more and plenty.

Tuesday, October 20, 2015

True Religion?

" Let the unknown remains unknown. If it was true, you would have figured it out by now."

Once I asked
This is not true religion.
All those crimes
All the hurting, harms and killings..
Telling people what to do.
And God forbid if they don't .
No reply
Total silence.
Why nobody ever answers?
Yes or no?
Is it? Or is it not?
A simple answer would be nice.
Don't play that game
He says with a smile, with a smirk.
I heard this question before.
Everybody asks it.
But what would my answer do?
You would never listen anyways.
You create something
You make up your mind.
Then you ask me.
You hope I say what you want to hear.
It doesn't work this way.
When you say you don't know
And you are asking me for answer.
Make sure to be ready
For what you hear
Not what you want to hear.
Maybe the question itself
The one you asking
Is wrong
There is no true religion
And no fake ones.
They are just religions.
It changes all the time
And keeps changing.
With time, with tribe, with society.
With your feelings
Strong feeling that you call faith
You call belief.
You say I ordered massacres
To give you, your promised land.
I already gave you promised land
It's called earth.
Religion of people who wiped
Who purified villages and towns
From every moving, living beings
Religion of Isis or Taliban
And the Ayatollah
Or a sheikh
Or the more humane versions
Religions of liberals or a democracy.
It's just religion.
Neither is true, neither is fake.
The only truth I know it is:
That I didn't say any of those things
Even you say they are in scripture.
The ones that justifies
Your savagery
Your injustice
If I created everything
Every living being
All that's animated
Or unanimated
Why would I order you to destroy it?
To wipe them out.?
The only scripture
You need to remember
Is that I gave you
 The greatest gifts of all.
Your brain, the power of thoughts.
I will not create and tell you to kill it.
Use your brain
If it contradicts
It can not be true.
By Kabuli
October 2015