Thursday, August 9, 2007
ghazal ("in the empty space")
Scrawling poetry on the paper's face? it's insufficient
till you burn a hole in the empty space it's insufficient
love's intensity is India ink but what of error?
save with zeal you mark and more zeal erase it's insufficient
when you play the raag must you lose one note to enjoy the next?
till your world is everything that's the case it's insufficient
loving friends & strangers equally can seem strange my friend
life's devotion toward idle sportive chase is insufficient
who is friend and who is foe? every friend were a foe afore
till the gamut has been transformed the bass is insufficient
when Ardeo travelled to China did his saranghi weep?
till in Ritan Park he can find his place it's insufficient