Long Ghazals Poems

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

 Every day has painted a tangled image...

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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 of my vanished sight, where are you?
You are the ultimate...

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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 fragrance from monsoon clay,
Why waste in vain this monsoon eve.

And...

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He thinks post nor prior, poor man’s married,
He looks but sees no more, poor man’s married.

Late from office and empty-handed still,
Now catches up with chore, poor man’s married.

Get up when told gets up, sits when...

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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...

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I may try not to fret for him,
How can I ever forget him?
Pretending to sing a ghazal,
But hum him in mind, only him,
I may try and not recall him….

He hurts all over like rose spikes,
But...

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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, they’ll return
as men. There’s no discrimination
in music. Minds molt mundane

emotions,...

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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, they’ll return
as men. There’s no discrimination
in music. Minds molt mundane

emotions,...

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In unlettered eyes too language there is, 
World would read, hope-mixed mirage too there is.

In breath of death breathlessness too there is,
Wish to live by paying wage too there is.

There’s peace when you proceed to...

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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 me, all the evil will I bear, 
But ask not...

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In tranquil eyes if rage there is,
A peace befilled page too there is.

In every breath if there lurks death,
What sustains long age too there is.

If Ghazal gives free expression,
A binding down cage too there is....

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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, and you weeping,
It’s a bit too convenient, nay, that I’m...

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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 light,
As if a bit of electricity has escaped.

You must find...

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Borrowed I’ve pain, pills on credit,
Ever since, I feel not so fit.

When all get drenched, welcoming rain,
The parched me waits home, you to greet.

Should rain come on time, ends the wait,
You come not, my heart...

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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 to discipline
Emptiness minus family, Praying (without my golden girls) blessed
In...

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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.             

Sans...

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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 day long tend to play, I'm dreaming,
A fisherman sails from...

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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 manners make any case,
In kindness, not in mere embrace. 

Not...

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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 vision.

It is kin to the sun but it is not...

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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 stones roasted can be. 

Fair postmortem probed can it be
If...

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