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A poetic form consisting of couplets which share a rhyme and a refrain.
(pronounced as "ghuzzle")
Ghazal is a collection of couplets (shers or ashaar) which follow the
rules of 'matla', 'maqta', 'bahar', 'qafiya' and 'radeef'. The couplets
are complete in themselves and each may and usually do deal with
topics/subjects completely unrelated to each other. All the couplets of a
ghazal must be of the same bahar, end in the same words (radeef) and have the same rhyming pattern (qaafiyaa). Every ghazal MUST have a matla. A ghazal may or may not have a maqta but if it does, it has to be the last sher of the ghazal
Where are you now? Who lies beneath your spell tonight?
Whom else from rapture’s road will you expel tonight?
Those “Fabrics of Cashmere—” “to make Me beautiful—”
“Trinket”— to gem– “Me to adorn– How– tell”— tonight?
I beg for haven: Prisons, let open your gates–
A refugee from Belief seeks a cell tonight.
God’s vintage loneliness has turned to vinegar–
All the archangels– their wings frozen– fell tonight.
Lord, cried out the idols, Don’t let us be broken
Only we can convert the infidel tonight.
Mughal ceilings, let your mirrored convexities
multiply me at once under your spell tonight.
He’s freed some fire from ice in pity for Heaven.
He’s left open– for God– the doors of Hell tonight.
In the heart’s veined temple, all statues have been smashed
No priest in saffron’s left to toll its knell tonight
God, limit these punishments, there’s still Judgment Day–
I’m a mere sinner, I’m no infidel tonight.
Executioners near the woman at the window.
Damn you, Elijah, I’ll bless Jezebel tonight.
The hunt is over, and I hear the Call to Prayer
fade into that of the wounded gazelle tonight.
My rivals for your love– you’ve invited them all?
This is mere insult, this is no farewell tonight.
And I, Shahid, only am escaped to tell thee–
God sobs in my arms. Call me Ishmael tonight.
—Agha Shahid Ali
A form of short aphoristic poem characterized by irony, paradox, brevity, precise use of language, sophisticated rhythms and rhymes and often satiric nature.
Know it all cold?
Or lank with acedia?
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There's nothing that goads
Like no-passing roads
With a slowpoke in front
And a hot rod in back —
'Cause you'd never speed
It's just that you need
To get past that grunt
And away from that devil on crack.