Mystic Vibes

Your chick frets within the egg

with all your eating and choking.

Break out of your shell that your wings may grow.

Let yourself fly.

The lips of the Master are parched

from calling the Beloved.

The sound of your call resounds

through the horn of your empty belly.

Let nothing be inside of you.

Be empty: give your lips to the lips of the reed.

When like a reed you fill with His breath,

then you’ll taste sweetness.

Sweetness is hidden in the Breath

that fills the reed.

Be like Mary - by that sweet breath

a child grew within her.

Jalaluddin Rumi

- Nevit Ergin with Camille Helminski

Warrior

By Kulsoom Ali

Life is like a rusty knife

It will cut you again and again

And at the same place

Till you start bleeding

Then it will find a new place to make you bleed

It will happen even if you loathe it, or if you run from it

What matters is,

Who cover your wounds

Cleans them with you

Help you stitch them

And makes you realise that this stitch is going to be worth it

And that you will be proud of the scars you have gained in this battle.

I am a poem

By Rabia Ramzan

I am

A poem.

Or may be an elegy...

To a lost soul.

Submerging and dissolving in the sea water.

Like the salted treasures

That do not remember how and when they reached there.

I am

A poem.

Or may be a prologue...

To the beginning and end of a long story.

Cradled in the blank pages

Swirling inside the silent sea.

I am

A poem.

Or may be a requiem...

Of the dead.

Devoured by the distant shrines of remembrance.

I am

A poem.

Or may be a cenotaph...

An epitaph.

Engraved on the waves:

“I killed myself.

I killed us all.

Exacting revenge on myself,

On her, on her, on her, and...

On us all.

I am

A poem.

Or may be the scatterings of my nocuous disease

The approbation of my ruin, my pain, and my despair.

Left to crumble...

To fall apart.

I am

All.

Or may be none.

A zero existence.

I told you I was sick...”