O Bulla! I know not who I am...

O Bulla! I know not who I am

Bulla, I know not who I am
Bulla, I know not who I am
Neither am I believer in mosque
Nor am I in idol worship.
Neither in the pure or the impure
Nor am I in the Vedas.
Neither am I into intoxicants,
Nor am I the carefree deviant.
Neither am I union nor grief.
Neither am I the pure nor impure.
Neither am I of the water nor of the land.
Neither am I fire nor air.
Bulla, I know not who I am.
Neither am I Arabic nor from Lahore.
Neither am I from the Indian city of Nagaur.
Neither am I Hindu nor a Peshawari Turk.
Neither did I create the difference of faith,
Nor did I create Adam and Eve.
Neither did I name myself,
Beginning or end –
I know just the self.
I do not recognize ‘the other one’.
There’s none wiser than ‘me’.
Who is this Bulla Shah?
O Bulla! I know not who I am.
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Bulleh Shah

Journey Begins

I have waited long. It can wait no longer. The journey begins - a journey called 'on my own'.

Final Stand

Final Stand

Gospels of disbelief tend fear in a bountiful alcove,
Gathering mercy to bestow faith –
How cowardly and dastardly acts the self –
On an uneventful platter of life
On easier days when the moons shall burn bright red
And all suns and stars will be set alight to cinder and ash
In the disturbed horizons of a long billowing hurricane
I shall find my place under a warm blanket.

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