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
Categories:
hindustani, inspirational,
Form: Free verse
Locked lilac lips interweaved with the calypso of night,
for whom the seductive song of silence the stars write.
Oscillating yearning serenades the barcarole of heart,
transforms the tenor of melody for the requiem to start
when beyond the broken sky the nightingale flies away.
From the whispering debris arises the aria of dismay,
as the longing contours of my disarrayed banks erode
in the torrent of tears on the strings of shattered Sarod.*
(*Sarod is a stringed instrument used in Hindustani music in India)
Written and Entered : January 5, 2020
Contest : Sing It
Sponsor : Nina Permentar
Categories:
hindustani, lost love, song,
Form: Rhyme
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
Categories:
hindustani, music,
Form: Free verse
This bewildering computer of mine just gives me fits!
I panic when the consarned thing goes on the fritz!
I peruse the baffling manual but that doesn't help me any.
It might as well have been written in Hindustani!
There is no one more computer illiterate than I,
So I must call that guy in India when things go awry!
He patiently checks for spyware and virus infections,
And tests the modem and internet connections.
Today he found no problems during his troubleshoot.
He suggested that I shut down and try to reboot!
As a parting shot he asked if my cursor was working alright;
I reached for the mouse to check - it was nowhere in sight!
At that mortifying discovery I gently hung up the phone.
Consternation reigned - how much more can I condone!
The frayed mouse tail lay there looking so grotesque.
I looked for the mouse on the floor and all about my desk!
Alas, nothing to do but buy another for it to replace.
But wait! Why that Cheshire smile on my pussy cat's face?
"Aha! I think the mystery is solved!" I exclaim to my spouse!
"I think that sneaky scoundrel has swallowed my mouse!"
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired (© All Rights Reserved)
Categories:
hindustani, computer-internetcomputer, me,
Form: Rhyme
Love of nature for earth shines
during the splendid springtime.
Very rare happiness takes birth.
Like an Indian bride decks earth.
Spring is the love of the nature.
Images of bliss, flowers appear.
In the glittering seasons of rain
vanishes sun burnt earth's pain.
Megh Malhaar(1) the breeze sings
And the nimbus' cloud’s rolling
reminds of performance rhythmic.
Nature produces heavenly music.
Sounds of a lovely rainy shower
remind of the melody of a sitaar(2)
But nature is not just rose petal.
It is also a tempest most terrible.
When the earth shivers in fever
destruction happens everywhere.
Deadlier than oppressor's army
is the onslaught of the tsunami.
Natural forces extremely great
shake courage of men ultimate.
Then, in humility join hands two
and piously pray to parent true.
Then Supreme one, grants mercy
and reestablishes lost harmony.
Without that conscious element
nature is just a force vehement.
That is nature's bliss and beauty.
Without that reigns chaos, only.
1 Megh Malhaar is a symphony in Hindustani Classical Music for the rainy
season.
2 Sitaar is a famous stringed musical instrument of Indian Subcontinent
Categories:
hindustani, nature, nature, earth, nature,
Form: Couplet