My 60th publication is also my first attempt at writing a Ghazal in English, with as much fidelity to the format as I could manage. Hope you enjoy it.
http://www.sparkthemagazine.com/?p=9391n
The sky blushed a crimson red for you
The night pushed the day away for you
A crescendo followed the sound of your voice
Three notes scaled through mountains for you
I had caught the moon by the tails of its coat
My wish was to wrap it as a present for you
They abandoned reason, they left behind guile
My words fell away in silence for you
Not even you could look away from yourself
The blessing of your beauty was a curse for you
You shrugged away your desires like an autumn tree
The false promise of spring was a lure for you
What of you, my love, who loves none but self?
What happens when that love dries up for you?
Death will take you in a lover’s embrace
It will succumb to its greed for you
http://www.sparkthemagazine.com/?p=9391n
Ghazal
The sky blushed a crimson red for you
The night pushed the day away for you
A crescendo followed the sound of your voice
Three notes scaled through mountains for you
I had caught the moon by the tails of its coat
My wish was to wrap it as a present for you
They abandoned reason, they left behind guile
My words fell away in silence for you
Not even you could look away from yourself
The blessing of your beauty was a curse for you
You shrugged away your desires like an autumn tree
The false promise of spring was a lure for you
What of you, my love, who loves none but self?
What happens when that love dries up for you?
Death will take you in a lover’s embrace
It will succumb to its greed for you
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2 comments:
This is lovely. :)
@Vidya: Thank you so much. I am hoping subsequent efforts get even better than this.
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