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

Wednesday, July 1, 2015


" Those who know it, do not tell. Those who tell, do not know it."
                                               Common Eastern mystic wisdom.

They ask me what's the truth.
I say I don't know.
I don't have the answer.
To the biggest mystery of all time.
Truth is behind the curtain.
On the other side.
The land of nothingness.
It's not obligated to follow
The laws of physics.
Numeral counting.
Equation. And phrases
Sentences and alphabet
Words itself
Can not describe it.
I am trying to find my truth.
By giving a rest to my tongue
And to my senses

What can not be described by words
You will only discover.
When you forget to use
Any word, any expression
You ever learned

July 2015

Tuesday, June 16, 2015

Silent Thunder

In silence I hear thunder
When it's stormy I am deaf
My eyes are open
I see nothing
When I close them
I see lightning
I see fireworks
In emptiness I feel full
When surrounded by matter
By Universe, I am empty
Why everything looks upside down
Or myself, I am hanging upside down.
Am I made of Antimatter?
Or Antimatter made of of me?
What's the secret in this world?
Why everybody solves it but me?
Or is it?
Too many secrets that I solved
Finally I reach the point
I feel sorry for wasted time
There was nothing to solve at all
Nothing to begin with
You cannot solve emptiness
You cannot formulate nothingness
You don't run away from nonexistence
You just join it to get free

June 2015 by kabuli
All rights reserved

Saturday, June 13, 2015

A Friend's Quest

To all the lovers in the world


My eyes are closed
I feel a presence
I rub my eyes
Startled, I ask who you are.
Your friend, he says.
What is this?
How did you get here?
I am still puzzled.

He laughs and says
You shouldn't be asking
Your door is always open
To your friends
You always feel oneness
One with us, one with them.
But, I don't even remember you
I demand
Patience he says my friend.
What can I do? I ask.
Just tell her he says.
Tell who, tell her what?
I inquire, still confused
Tell her, she is my life,
My world, my afterlife.
I die, just thinking of separation
I resurrect feeling a glimpse of her
From the corner her eyes
I can't sleep, I can't eat.
I am paralyzed of any action.
Please, will you do this for me?
A small task for you
Life or dead for me

Frustrated, confused
I scream, who you are
Who is the lucky idol?
Close your eyes he says,
Let me put your hand on my heart.
Only then you would know.

I close my eyes for two seconds.
Something is not right.
I open my eyes right away.
He is nowhere to be found.
I see my hand on my own heart.
I just hear a whisper.
I am you, your own soul

Only then I get it
I laugh and say,
Tough luck my friend.
It's not going to happen
Find someone else.
True love doesn't need to be told.
That's why you will never find me,
In a church or in a mosque
Or a temple or an altar.
For love creates you
Then makes you love her
Her hide and seek is my play
My journey is to find her
My life, my breath
My purpose, my passion.

The minute I stop

I don't exist.
By Kabuli
June 2015
All rights reserved

Wednesday, June 10, 2015

A Road Called Life

The sun is shining
Visibility is so perfect
I go full throttle
I run, hurrying
Sometime not paying attention
To what's around
To all the beauty
To love that surrounds me
Then it gets stormy
I cannot see what's ahead of the curve
I fall, I get up crawling
I am in pain , but what is pain?
Something I gave my mother
When I came to this world
Now it's my turn
It's only fair.
I am not upset
I don't say why me?
If there were no bumps,
There wouldn't be open roads.
I am not terrified of the unknown
Because life is just a toll booth
A stop in a journey
A one night hotel stay
I was the same before I stopped here
I'll be the same when I leave.
Worrying is for mortals
I am immortal
I just change what I wear
I wear one Tee shirt in this world
I wore many in the previous stops.
I have unlimited wardrobe
To try on
On the portals and inns
Rooms and suites ahead


By Kabuli
June 2015 , All rights reserved