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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