On The Edge
On The Edge

Holy intoxication makes my spirit drunk
I sip from the lake that holds a sacred moonbeam inside its black waters
This beauty leaves me in rapture of the starless night
And I dance

I stumble down the streets lit up with lamps
I see them shine in the darkness
The light inside me flies outside on wings of celestial insanity to meet the glow
And wrestle itself into the night’s stillness

Sweet wonder dawns upon me
The black spider crawls and builds a silver web
On the edge of a broken lantern
As my imagination runs wild into the forest of green and burning possibilities
And I keep running with it
Into the night

Arwa Qutbuddin

Arwa Qutbuddin is a poet, a nature-lover, a soul-searcher, and a philosopher, and is inspired by the strength of the human spirit. She loves hugging trees and thrives on building relationships. She comes from the Muslim Bohra community and feels blessed to have received the gift of sincerity and spirituality from her parents. She is a mother of five beautiful children. Writing poetry has been her passion; she writes to heal, to feel and explore the world of feelings, to appreciate and bow to life’s mystery: the light and the darkness. Her recently published collection of poems, Water my Soul, is a reflection of her inner journey. She is a student of the Masters program in Psychology at the Harvard Extension School, and the Mindfulness program at Lesley University. As a teacher of Islamic philosophy, she is inspired to explore the practice of Mindfulness and Positive psychology as tools for healing and bridging the gap between religion/spirituality and science.

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Flow

Poetry by Arwa Qutbuddin

The calm invades me Like a storm embracing the ocean And revving it up into waves of lucid madness Deep down in this wondrous space of salt and seaweed I...
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Stars & Promises

Poetry by Arwa Qutbuddin

My body like a leaf quivers in the warm midday breeze I feel the energy vibrate into me and through me Revitalized, I be The wind passes I bask in...
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One into the Other

Poetry by Arwa Qutbuddin

The cup of tea I make for you Has something in it of the rustling leaves I saw yesterday while lying under the trees Their gentle movement stirs itself through...
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Anthology

Cardiograph

Poetry by Simran

Each heart beat, Is unique in its moment A splash of colour Some call it art I call it life
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Held

Poetry by Arwa Qutbuddin

Held By earth By the realness of existence And all its illusions By warm stars in a fragrant night By shadows of clouds and torn leaves Held By the roots...
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The Grand Mystique

Poetry by Cheryl Cobern Browne

… A Visual Poetry…
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