Saturday, 6 August 2011


Sometimes I ask you to batter my heart,

Hammer your synergy like brass song,

Like robes whirling and voice rising apart,

Like the breath drawn and shadow long.

This, Mouldmaker, confuses me more;

You make me write riffs on your door

Answer me with a cup, but won’t pour

Gift me Fado but not what I keen for.

By Ali. A. Naqvi

Note: There's a rumour that Fado, the Portugese musical style, came from the Moors. Fado singers sing about longing, or Suadade. I thought it might be interesting to combine that with the Seeker's longing for his Creator. "Batter my heart.." is from John Donne's Holy Sonnet XIV.

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