Thursday, October 4, 2007
ghazal ("in the market of now")
Another blank sheet of paper wants a fresh idea
another night with its crickets daunts a fresh idea
the gatherer with his basket hunts a fresh idea
the epicure in its absence grunts "a fresh idea!"
foundations seek to support with grants a fresh idea
the fearsome slugger's surprise? he bunts a fresh idea
the actor's wrinkling brows evince a fresh idea
some look to China some seek from France a fresh idea
the youngster yearns to experience the unknown world
alert for whether from peers or aunts a fresh idea
the correspondent who likes to tell tall tales finds
confirmed in the "LOL" response a fresh idea
from such a corner who dreamed there should arise anon
from underneath the hat of the dunce a fresh idea?
it's said that Einstein was bad at math yet shook the world
his publication I'm told propounds a fresh idea
could ancient wisdom be found today through rote or rite?
antiquity had for provenance a fresh idea
the weltanschauuang of the circus is banal perhaps
yet clever clowns show amid their stunts a fresh idea
the pleasantries of the social world sketch human cheer
the maladroit conversation blunts a fresh idea
the courtroom's hushed when the gavel pounds the sentence from
the poet-jurist will it pronounce a fresh idea?
tradition's frenzy self-replicates while fashion's ruse
seeks from familiar elements a fresh idea
the flower trade is so delicate! its bloom fades fast
the stone shop's wares needn't run avant a fresh idea
the monk who journeyed in search of scriptures sought your trace
"truth can't be written!" the tale recounts a fresh idea
too high regard for mere novelty while ludicrous
yet in the market of now what counts? a fresh idea
in wilderness didn't Kalidas find sustenance?
with freshets drawing through sylvan mounts a fresh idea
the one for whom every line I scrawl remains unseen
time's scroll with its star-procession taunts a fresh idea
eternal seas far beyond my ken surge beckoning
each beckon gleams like a wave that prints a fresh idea
the sands of mind show to Raphael a thousand forms
each pounding wave divvies out an ounce a fresh idea!