Best Ghazals Poems

Words are beads O poet, in your rosary, for counting tears
Who else can but you to make strings of clouddrops of tears?


Promises are fulfilled, days...

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The world goes on rumbling it's way, I'm dreaming,
The flowers are wilting each day, I'm dreaming,
I'm dreaming of looking again in your face,
Some kids all...

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Ghulam crosses the Indian border
to conquer. Bodies vanish; souls
wander in the vicarious valleys.

Fanatics essay to frighten
the music maestro, shouting 
outside the auditorium.

If they sit inside,...

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Where are you?

Where are you?
The only one that I seek in day and night, where are you?
      Within every glimpse...

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A play ends just, a wretched play, that I’m no more.
And you yourself, with vex, dismay, that I’m no more?

Bleeding grass, burning air, woods ashen,...

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Wear love like a caftan,
Less room for grief, she says.

Names entered into his notepad, 
Without explanation.

The unlimited expanse in which
All objects are contained.

A flash of...

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White upon fog upon snow upon dreams,
dreams upon snow upon fog upon white.

Dreams come, as if the minutiae of day
are merely a prelude to night...

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 An unceasing explorer of the woods of birch and maple until this moment,
   I wish to weave my dreams of soothing repose...

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Let’s meet that why nor reason face—
Fair friendship that no mission face.

Let’s understand well each other,
Yon of greys that no confusion face.   ...

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Come if you can one monsoon eve,
All wet in rain one monsoon eve.

Make boats— letters we failed to write,
Let them float, feign this monsoon eve.

Borrow...

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See no water for perspiration,
Ask for flowers, not all the garden.

Light a lamp if ye feel there’s darkness,
Nights are always dark, ask for no Sun.

Blame...

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Be it kings, commoners no less,
Know, humanness is not in dress.

In rage nor yet is it in love,
A raging sage has it no less.

Words nor...

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If printers in heart posted be,
Sweet memoirs printed can be.

Many a new taste tasted be,
Relations if tested can be.

An empty pan of poverty
Mused: if these...

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Pain and anguish all want to shed,
Joy and pleasure who wants to shed?

Come O mind, give me helping hand,
The past that haunts I want to...

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The human heart has its own "brain" cells
Perhaps as many as 44 000, Nobel Laureate Amore, said -
As though he knew how I had needed...

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