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Together With Heavy Hearts
We can’t go on together with heavy hearts,
Yet we’ll dance through the stormy weather with heavy hearts.
In shadows where secrets dwell, we’ll tread,
Finding solace in the tether of heavy hearts.
Let’s gather the memories, weave them in gold,
And mend the fragile tether with heavy hearts.
Through whispers of doubt, we’ll rise and shine,
Chasing dre...
Sunday 27th October 2024 3:18 am
The Scribe and his Lover
I weep for his skills:
the perfect crafting
of the calligraphy
She sighed, "Forge me the seal of our love"
She sighed, "Render yourself to me"
She sighed, "I am your vellum"
I weep for her artistry
He saw the curves, the loops, the cursive strokes:
flow smoothly from his nib
harmoniously
...
Friday 7th December 2018 3:07 pm
BY ENTERING IN TO MY LIFE
:-"Meri Zindagi me Aakey" (BY ENTERING IN TO MY LIFE)
Tune dil me ye Kaisa Ahsaas Jaga diya Meri Zindagi me Aakey,
Mere bikhre Armaano ko phir se Saja diya Meri Zindagi me Aakey
Band ho chukey they meri Ummedon ke Raastey Sabhi,
Tune ek naya Raasta Dikha diya Meri Zindagi me Aakey
Bikhra pada tha Gham ke andhere me na jane kab se main,
tune Chiraagh-e-mohabbat Ja...
Thursday 30th March 2017 5:51 pm
Ghazal
Who rests from their labours only to sleep,
thankful the day has been forgettable?
Enslaved, who dreams to reach the heights-
his pillow, this song, remains pitiful.
The song of any man, old Adam's
song: a tired tale quite unaccountable.
Let the penniless artist pluck the tune:
scraps of beauty so invaluable.
As men dream to play at octaves higher
all...
Monday 31st October 2016 12:00 am
gazelle ghazal
Quiet as a hart in the forest
She’s tiptoeing, his tame gazelle
With caribou songs she serenades -
Are his ears deaf to his tame gazelle?
He looks about, antlers challenging
An elk blinded by his tame gazelle
With springbok start, did he notice?
She’s whispering, his tame gazelle
The antelope are all stampeding
Yet she stands sto...
Thursday 10th February 2011 7:05 am
Flambe
being as ghazals have been on the menu of late...
Like the fire she burns
Leaving embers behind
Like the fire she burns
Labouring sparks in minds
Like the fire she burns
Leaving hearts a flutter
Like the fire she burns
Lamenting lips stutter
Like the fire she burns
Lest cold souls forget
Like the fire she burn...
Tuesday 18th January 2011 8:28 pm
ghazal - under grass
The lane winds on, it’s overgrown with grass
Too dark for daisies, ivy crawls through grass
The rusty swing stands creaking like a ghost
The rabbit hutch sits empty in the grass
The gate hangs off its hinges, hesitates
Mildew adorns glass panes, like slimey grass
Children don’t come now, keeping a secret
Sweets are no longer hidden in the gras...
Saturday 15th January 2011 4:26 pm
ghazal (ruby slippers)
I tiptoe to your house in my ruby slippers
I have a date to dance in my ruby slippers
Twirling toes in holly halls take merry chances
Dervish dances in my pointy ruby slippers
Tie your bow tie, quick as it spins my darling
I’ll spin and spoon with you in my ruby slippers
I wade through frozen snow, they’re in my hand, held tight,
My own spark...
Wednesday 8th December 2010 6:45 pm
Shopping Ghazal
Singles evening at Tesco's, I see you
Far off, by the tomatoes, I see you
The shop is full of beautiful women.
You're better than all of those, I see you.
Elusive, I follow you through the store.
Persistent, for my heart knows, I see you.
I lose you, then find you by Medicines.
Buying anti-tapeworm dose, I see you.
I close in, as you ret...
Wednesday 8th December 2010 9:21 am
Ghazal
You composed for her - but when a song for me?
How I wanted you to pen a song for me.
So many songs dedicated to her name,
I waited so long but then a song for me!
I can’t be jealous when she has you no more.
With this I can forget Jen, a song for me.
My first beautiful ballad that turned me on,
You wrote like no other men a song for me.
...
Tuesday 7th December 2010 7:31 pm
ghazal ( Fibonacci swirl)
She met him surrounded by dahlias in a Fibonacci swirl
A sure shock to his delicate system in a Fibonacci swirl
She was the fluorescent ghost a-haunting, she was not his cool pale girl
Carbon copy daguerreotype posing with her Fibonacci swirl
Cut her cloth to fool him, stared at mirrors, scared herself, made her hair curl
Tricked him, jilted him and then ...
Monday 6th December 2010 6:37 pm
ghazal ( snow for me)
Oh come through swirling tempests of snow for me
I’ll warm your hands, leave your gloves of snow for me.
Rivulets fashion into veins of crystal
A mathematician out of snow for me.
Glass hexagons on ivy sprigs crack and freeze
In rubix cubes made of ice and snow for me.
The blood red sun is my evening candle flame
And thunder the tympani of sn...
Friday 3rd December 2010 7:02 pm
Daily Battle
Human beings aren't hominid cattle.
Each one has their daily battle.
This woman's blind, that man is deaf.
Each one has their daily battle.
He needs escape, she wants marriage.
They too have their daily battle.
A couple grieving for soldier son.
They hate the word, but have their battle.
He has a stammer, she hates her weight.
Please d...
Friday 3rd December 2010 9:53 am
Invisible
How can you not see?
Standing here is me.
Now you pass me by,
Can you not see me?
Smitten from first sight,
You could never see.
Seems my destiny
You will not see me.
Hello, my name’s Lynn,
Please say you see me.
Tuesday 9th November 2010 5:28 pm
Eye of the Beholder
This is a poem by Siraj Patel Paguthanvi translated into English by Aziz Zumla
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder
O My Sweet let us meet
and whisper sweet nothings,
set alight a myriad of stars
and see what magic springs
The blazing Sun and all its rays
with your gaze you set ablaze.
Lower your gaze and the rays
are nothing but ...
Wednesday 17th March 2010 10:33 am
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