Tuesday, April 24, 2012

Beyond God Speaks [gnomic verse]

Beyond God Speaks   is God's Silence
beyond his Silence?   his Word
above the cellos   are violins
beneath good sense?   the absurd

A Kabir doha (verse epigram)

माटी कहे कुम्हार से, तु क्या रोंदे मोय ।

एक दिन ऐसा आएगा मै रौंदुगी तोय ।।

The earth speaks to the potter
you can squeeze me that much?
how long till the day when
I shall squeeze thee that much?

Sunday, April 22, 2012

"A whatsit sphere" [sonnet]

A little bit of poetry I make
a pair of lines (or four or eight or twelve)
five minutes (or some half-hour) I take
within the sea of language for to delve

an idle pastime -- such this has become
perhaps played most when some stray turn of phrase
the lyric lure might tap (as on a drum)
to call forth my tattoo of vapid praise

or (likewise empty) humor or mere thought
for thought I guess is what the art involves
but what is thought? a sort of bubbly naught
a whatsit sphere that bloooms pops & dissolves

into the sea of mind -- thought's mother dark
we play at poetry but for a lark

Written by way of response to a friend's inquiry, "David, writing poetry these days?"

Wednesday, April 18, 2012

What is the remedy for an irony deficiency? [rubai]

Ironically the supplements of irony
but rarely stimulate the sense of irony
is irony a kind of double vision?
post-Eden who but God repents of irony?

Tuesday, April 17, 2012

"Hide & seek" [ghazal]

What would you in your hide & seek create?
heaven & earth why in one week create?

paradise is the dream that slips from view
history's grip you with one peek create

those who desire your sight are fried like fish
eyebrows might arch where you such cheek create

fledglings when fresh can neither soar nor hunt
you who the egg conceive the beak create

should Raphael take solace in night's hush?
what might you (should you plainly speak) create?

Wednesday, April 11, 2012

"Last hurrah" [gnomic verse]

If Om was the primal blurt
and Yad Rakh the final straw
who mellows a world of hurt
has hidden his last hurrah

Thursday, April 5, 2012

Competing Narratives [gnomic verse]

Does pinkeye explain the shades?
or are they sheer signs of cool?
when such a distinction fades
have I become wise or fool?

Wednesday, April 4, 2012

The Sukha-Dukha Cooking Class [nonsense verse]

Loving the pitter patter of rain
roving the litter latter of lane
everything changes! all stays the same!
cooking the bitter batter of pain

1st line borrowed from Aparna Ray's Facebook status update.