Wednesday, February 25, 2009
ghazal: "each paradox"
The page desires the word don't deny it
the branch requires the bird don't deny it
our perception of the world creates the world
what's true is truly inferred don't deny it
dim inference is the narrative we read
the dream's shard albeit blurred don't deny it
one third of life spent sleeping one third working
confusion befills the third don't deny it
your destiny? viewing her perfect visage
when such a secret is heard don't deny it
every hope holds one hope in its heart
when soul's conviction is spurred don't deny it
we stand on the brink of meanings that stymie
when something deep has occurred don't deny it
the undertaker knows what is his business
the hero must be interred don't deny it
did poetry expire last century?
largesse belongs to the nerd don't deny it
each paradox a fragment from one mirror
the glue's ordeal is absurd don't deny it
your bank account has dwindled but not perished
when mystery is transferred don't deny it
the smile of the belovèd spells gladness
blithe letters dance in the word don't deny it
sometimes ghee sometimes milk sometimes buttermilk
for alms she offers you curd? don't deny it
when unwinding golden thread you discover
some debts were darkly incurred don't deny it
whatever you favored that became my creed
but bafflement you preferred don't deny it
isolation is a fiction that afflicts
the sheep belongs in the herd don't deny it
with each transient transaction computed
time's bottom line rests assured don't deny it
the balance of the cosmos astonishes
its theme proceeds undeterred don't deny it
the context of each note thick with nuance
to love the text has referred don't deny it
one circles the mountain endlessly until
of crude impertinence cured don't deny it
feet lodge complaint unreasonably perchance
the trek was often chauffeured don't deny it
the tale looms long? thank God the night's yet young
a hard travail we've endured don't deny it
limpid happiness glimmers with the dawn-light
to dark though heart be inured don't deny it
while roses slumber the pool shatters the moon
a vernal breeze has bestirred don't deny it
when Raphael strings baubles of poetry
a stealthy pearl is conferred don't deny it
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