Friday, October 19, 2007
ghazal ("my life")
I wouldn't go so far as to say I've wasted my life
if bitterly yet sweetly today I've tasted my life
in editing the author of fate shows surgical zeal
it's startling how cutting away he's pasted my life
on pilgrimage the shoes must be shed & then you bow low
at every step it's proper to pray while pacing through life
in youth I leaned toward falling in love at drop of a hat
grown old how draw (she shoos me away) her waiste in my life?
why needle me? I'm mixing the brew that bubbles with joy!
your poison glance with little dismay is laced in my life
if news-breaks blare some newspapers say "the blood flowed like ink"
with dawn's quiet crack can none your soiree erase from my life
exploring roadways rarely described on regular maps
aren't finest pearls if widely I stray encased in my life?
at fifty can you mount new careers in painting & film?
dismount time is when Yama's display is placed in my life
why's Raphael a'brew with fat plans embracing the globe?
a slender moon with branches a'sway I've faced in my life