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 departed, my eyes dried like parchment
Caravans move on, the desert road, who will wipe a bird’s tears?
Let me go back to my island O lord, to live with my people, with peace
Who wants dark days dropping like evils on the lake of tears?
Friends are funny until their claws scratch the widows of my love
Have you got friends those have not loosened your teeth or made you shed tears?
Moon is like a golden dish full of egg poach, fried fish, succulent meat and pulao
Beggars say its god’s wish; they have to keep their hunger aflame; does a fakir shed tears?
Merchants do business and cross thousands of miles to sell their wares
Only God knows how many shadows wait for their return and shed unaccountable tears.
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 day long tend to play, I'm dreaming,
A fisherman sails from his bay, I'm dreaming,
I'm dreaming to meet you in heavenly place,
Carthusian monks need to pray, I'm dreaming,
Young soldiers do scarcely obey, I'm dreaming,
I'm dreaming so time would not my love efface,
I'm wind that is dancing ballet, I'm dreaming,
You're dead as a rock that I weigh, I'm dreaming.
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, they’ll return
as men. There’s no discrimination
in music. Minds molt mundane
emotions, and become fresh again.
His ghazals, like AB group, accept
blood of Hindustani classical music.
Music creates blue moonlight,
when a youth enjoys black
hair-falls amidst the fragrance
of jasmine blooms. A man in
seventies skulks to1960, where
a brown girl stands half hidden
behind door. Aches and
anxieties lie vanquished
in Ghulam’s voice
and variations. Men
in diverse creeds die;
human beings rise.
Poetry Nook Weekly Contest Winner
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, they’ll return
as men. There’s no discrimination
in music. Minds molt mundane
emotions, and become fresh again.
His ghazals, like AB group, accept
blood of Hindustani classical music.
Music creates blue moonlight,
when a youth enjoys black
hair-falls amidst the fragrance
of jasmine blooms. A man in
seventies skulks to1960, where
a brown girl stands half hidden
behind door. Aches and
anxieties lie vanquished
in Ghulam’s voice
and variations. Men
in diverse creeds die;
human beings rise.
First published in Poetic Hustles by BFP Books, US
3. Lighthouse Of Yearning
''A heart without longing is a lamp without oil'' --Arabic Proverb
Oceans of longing beat against my chest,
Each wave a reminder that hearts cannot rest.
Your gaze,a lighthouse through fogged,storm-tossed nights,
Guides the lost sailor with hope manifest.
Though seasons change and roses wither slow,
Love endures where the soul is blessed.
The horizon whispers your name with the dawn,
In a song that refuses to to be suppressed.
And the heart,still yearning,bows in your name,
Pheko,Son Of Jesse
4. Candle In Shadows
''Even a small candle defies a night of a thousand stars'' -Arabic Proverb
The candle burns where shadows meet the wall
Each flicker a heartbeat,a whispered call.
Through corridors of time,your steps still echo,
Soft as a prayer,gentle as a fall.
The night sky listens;the stars hold your gaze,
In silver and silence,in twilight's thrall.
Love,though unseen,paints the heart with fire,
And in the dark,answers every small.
Forever your presence lingers in dreams,
Pheko,Nephew Of Jamani
5.Petals Of Remembrance
''The flower fades,but it's scent remains in the lover's breath'' -Arabic Proverb
Petals drift down where memories reside,
Soft as a secret that time cannot hide.
Your voice is a river, weaving through my soul,
It's memory long,it's current wide.
In every echo,in every sigh of wind,
Your spirit walks with me,quietly beside
Though seasons falter and the world may fade,
Love remains a flame that will not subside.
I bow to your memory in silent reverence,
Pheko,Grandson Of Makobane
6. Mountains Eternal
''Mountains Bow Only To The Wind Of Time ''
The mountain stands,eternal,beneath the sky,
Witness to tears no eye can deny.
Each stone a testament,each wind a prayer,
A song of longing that will never die.
Your laughter once scattered the clouds of my night,
Now it returns with the morning's sigh.
Though rivers run dry and stars may fall,
The heart remembers,the soul will fly.
In every echo of earth and stone,I find you
Pheko,Father Of Tokelo