Monday, October 29, 2007
ghazal ("the rhythm of your song")
I haven't yet caught the rhythm of your song
though having long sought the rhythm of your song
in the annals of night we read how even your friends
initially fought the rhythm of your song
in every village they play in pools of your color
where murthis are wraught in rhythms of your song
light's history is preserved in the banyon's shadow
where students are taught the rhythm of your song
where kettles are filled with water from this stream
there whistles a pot in rhythm with your song
while my hair grows thin my heart still longs to find you
there thickens a plot in rhythm with your song
wherever I look I see enigmatic pictures
all hover in naught in rhythm with your song
not yet have I reached the city of your secret
I am still en route in rythm with your song
a surprising twist curls out from the branch that's breathing
no one learned by rote all rhythms of your song
each syllable finds the ridge or groove of feeling
chistled out by thought in rhythm with your song
from a distant mountain to her exotic shop
has a merchant brought the rhythm of your song?
Raphael whose pockets kept dull coins of thinking
perceptively bought the rhythm of your song
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