the moon's eclipse would grieve this festive party
we met along a road toward a rare concert
the tablas' taps retrieve this festive party
you twirled in kathak as a whippersnapper
must Rudra's steps re-weave this festive party?
you found a manuscript on pleasing women
God's microfische conceived this festive party
the dusk of palaces caught your affection
you threw Raj Pipla's eve this festive party
you sliced my heart critiquing my first movie
don't seal your lips! nor leave this festive party
I still have tales to tell! who'll understand me?
don't doubt my quips believe this festive party
I won't be brief! I'll flourish my bandana!
I've got tricks up my sleeve this festive party
the kiss of death they say is liberating
reluctant lips receive this festive party
the smile of Tukaram lives in the painting
newspaper clips frame Jiv this festive party
does Bollywood recall one who first named her?
the skinnydips are brief this festive party
Mumbai Cairo New York pearls for your piercing
low-budget trips don't peeve this festive party
Ellen sends love from yon out at East Hampton
there's contretemps with Steve this festive party
too swiftly time's page flits! we were still reading!
the boat tips and upheaves this festive party
the ghazal's wit wraps love in lamentation
a form that fits the sleeve this festive party
a million notes the soul jots on its journey
we've still chits to retrieve this festive party
in Haridwar there's aarti morn & evening
trays wave as Shiv bereaves this festive party
from Raphael accept gratitude's bandish
his note slips through the sieve this festive party
the tablas' taps retrieve this festive party
you twirled in kathak as a whippersnapper
must Rudra's steps re-weave this festive party?
you found a manuscript on pleasing women
God's microfische conceived this festive party
the dusk of palaces caught your affection
you threw Raj Pipla's eve this festive party
you sliced my heart critiquing my first movie
don't seal your lips! nor leave this festive party
I still have tales to tell! who'll understand me?
don't doubt my quips believe this festive party
I won't be brief! I'll flourish my bandana!
I've got tricks up my sleeve this festive party
the kiss of death they say is liberating
reluctant lips receive this festive party
the smile of Tukaram lives in the painting
newspaper clips frame Jiv this festive party
does Bollywood recall one who first named her?
the skinnydips are brief this festive party
Mumbai Cairo New York pearls for your piercing
low-budget trips don't peeve this festive party
Ellen sends love from yon out at East Hampton
there's contretemps with Steve this festive party
too swiftly time's page flits! we were still reading!
the boat tips and upheaves this festive party
the ghazal's wit wraps love in lamentation
a form that fits the sleeve this festive party
a million notes the soul jots on its journey
we've still chits to retrieve this festive party
in Haridwar there's aarti morn & evening
trays wave as Shiv bereaves this festive party
from Raphael accept gratitude's bandish
his note slips through the sieve this festive party
3 comments:
Nice to see you again here with poems. Indran
http://indranamirthanayagam.blogspot.com
What beauty in your simple rhythm! This poem breathes my country in every single word, touching me with such grace and such melancholy!
NOTE:
This ghazal was originally blogged on NOVEMBER 24, 2007.
Just now (December 30, 2020) re-reading it, I noticed one typo.
Wanting to correct it, I accidentally "reverted to draft" (withdrawing its original "publication") then "published" it afresh. So it got pulled from 2007 and placed in 2020.
C'est la vie.
I'm glad I (re)discovered it anyway, as I feel that it's among my best ghazals.
It was occasioned by real grief at my friend's sudden departure from this world -- and thus was no mere formal exercise. Yet it employs formal literary constraints creatively (IMHO).
Namaskar.
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