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Why I’m wordless at times…

A moment of courage A moment of doubt A quick look within A quicker without And then you are with me And now I’m alone And that’s how I forget All words that I’ve  known

Couplet (ख्वाजा Mir “Dard”) 

This couplet is taken from a ghazal about love, loss, and despair. The lines seem to talk about how lonely the poet feels, no one will even look at him. But scratch the surface and you realize why no one looks at him, they do not like what they see about themselves in him; he’s … Continue reading

Ghazal (mine)

I don’t usually preface my verse. This is something I wrote sometime ago, I waited until I was in the mood to translate this into English, for those who read my posts but don’t know Hindustani. I’ve tried to keep a meter to the verse; this means, of course, that some of the couplets aren’t … Continue reading

A mouthful of words…

Is it cathartic to bare your soul? Is there an up-tick from sharing the whole? When demons are gathered does it help to slay? Or are angels and demons best kept away?   I struggle for answers and find there are none. I look at the questions and there is just one. Does word-play heal … Continue reading

Business as usual 

The hottest love is soonest cold The higher stakes, the faster fold  Love is bodies, bought and sold  A bastard trade o’erlain with gold 

Limerick

I haven’t written one in a long time, but I remember this one from, oh a couple of decades ago “There was a young man from Brussels Who tried to operate on mussels They didn’t like it at all “To war!” they gave the call And he died from the daily tussles.”  

Magnetic Poetry – 26.9.16

Inspired by Elusive Trope’s magnetic poetry challenge…..It’s been a long time since I last tried this and it is still a good mental exercise. I was forced to change the rhyme, the pattern, even the tone of poem so many times but I think I ended up with a decent poem. And yes, it kinda … Continue reading

Looking Into The Mirror

Originally posted on The World Is a Book…:
These two photos seem to reflect a life journey. The young girl, who sits inside of the window playing with her iPad, soon will be turning into a beautiful, smart lady, like the one sitting right outside of the window. The second photo seems to tell a story of how a…

Couplet (mine)

हुआ क्या जाएगा इन चंद तिनकों के उड़ाने में ये वीरां हो चुकी बस्ती सो अब क्या ख़ाक उजड़ेगी?   Hua kya jaayega in chand tinkon ke uDaane mein? Yeh veeraan ho chuki basti, so ab kya khaak ujDegee?   What pain if you tear up a weed? These ruins won’t go again to seed……   … Continue reading

Rang-e-Rekhta (Shades of Urdu)

Thanks to Kritika, who I can’t thank enough for letting me know that this event was being planned in my own town! A wonderful gathering of some great poets, and some terrific, terrific shayari. The rightmost gentleman is the oldest living Urdu poet in India, Gulzar Dehlvi. Aged 92, his voice belied his years. And … Continue reading