Don’t come to see me Oh beloved.
In days of the scorching heat.
Your veil betrays you and
invites the lover to find
refuge under your tresses.
I may desire them to be my shade permanent.
Don’t come to meet me Oh beloved.
In trance of the moonlit night.
Sparkles in your eyes giveaway
flames beneath your armor,
tempting me like a moth.
I may desire diving into ocean of fire and elixir.
Don’t come to call me Oh beloved.
In hours of contemplation & solace.
Chants of spell lure me to the
source, I crave writing a very
I may desire writing symphony for melting lips.
Don’t come near me Oh beloved.
In depths of the darkness.
Like an oyster, you heal me
in sheets, I wish to emerge
as the matchless glisten.
I may desire submitting myself in your service.
Don’t come to seek me Oh beloved.
In whirlpool of the wanderlust.
Your presence overpowers your
dreams, and I begin to seek a
I may desire you to be a last wine in my chalice.
Still should you decide to come…
then come with all your might,
breaking all the rules,
forsaking all illusions…
perishing all sentries,
destroying all boundaries…
to stay forever in my embrace
forever in my sight.
To become my abode,
like my heart is thine,
so that you and I remain
like the colors that mix in
to create the light.
– Dedicated to the beloved.
Image/ Art Credits:
1. Turkish Sufi Dance – Facebook Cover.
2. Mysticism Blake Reunion (mysticisma.com).