Teahouse Poems

Teahouse Poems
by Soosan Khanoom

Shattered in our image

It all comes out in the end to the empty paths

Passing by the prairie night

Imprisoned with blurred visions

I as in irony

Unlocked the cemetery of answers

With the key that clasped close to heart

Embracing love

The Sufi twirls

In the spontaneous creation of untitled voices

From the sky of lost kites

I am

Questioning love

If God didn’t create the universe, then who?

And “ Yet “

All I am thinking is just a little Hafez.....



aka darya 


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And a little Hafez for this sunday morning .. : )

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This morning, because of all my grief, while writing poetry,
My words revolted and ran away . . .

They ran, complaining, past the shrines of Rumi and Kabir,
And through the land of Solomon, and kept going . . .

They ran along the banks of the sacred river,
And by the palace of the king, and kept on going . . .

I called out to my soul: "Old friend, where are you going?"
Its heartsick and weeping reply was angry and harsh, and it kept on going . . .

I shouted louder: "O words, will you never speak to me again in sweet rhymes?"
But the sweet words and the sweet verses only ran faster, kept going . . .

I pleaded: "Do not go!" But they turned a deaf ear,
Like that of the king or the chancellor who is too busy to be bothered with the lovers of wine.

O Perfect Master, please call back these words of mine that have gotten away.
What  Hafiz, on fire, should do? With love overflowing, and no words to say.

Soosan Khanoom


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Oh well ... I can write anything on that board? Can't I?

: ) 

Soosan Khanoom

Thanks Iraj khan. for this gem from Hafez

by Soosan Khanoom on

I actually did that when I went back to Iran and I may blog about it one day...


زین سفر گر بسلامت بوطن گردم باز

نذر کردم که هم از راه بمیخانه روم


Do Not Shoot Me

Is that picture for real?

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Nice thoughts susan.  

" then who " ? 

iraj khan

"just a little Hafez..... "

by iraj khan on

گر ازین منزل غربت بسوی خانه روم

دگر آنجا که روم عاقل و فرزانه روم


زین سفر گر بسلامت بوطن گردم باز

نذر کردم که هم از راه بمیخانه روم


تا بگویم که چه کشفم شد ازین سیر و سلوک

تا در صومعه با بربط و پیمانه روم