comparison steals
the laughter from tomorrow -
shadow's reprimand
strangles joy of tender blooms
by coveting other fields
the spark of the self
wanes beside a brighter flame
lit in other hearths
creativity withers,
its bold wings torn by envy
what dawn promised
fades in light of noonday sun
inception undone
let what has started become
before the light of day stuns
self-worth is kindled
when the gaze is faced inwards
not outward in want
yearning for sufficiency
self-sown seeds of contentment
fountains join the streams
winds entwine clouds in the sky
rivers meet the seas
all of nature sings as one
in bright, shiny summer's day
All have hassles their own,
All with own fate upset,
With whom to pour my heart?
Under roof-- one common
All suffer self-sown fate,
With whom to pour my heart?
Sad tales, not so unknown,
They all seem to narrate,
With whom to pour my heart?
No one is left alone
If we search, sort, ferret,
With whom to pour my heart?
Blares every gramophone,
Each all so aloud set,
With whom to pour my heart?
All have a chewing bone
Their own, and no free date,
With whom to pour my heart?
O to wait for that dawn
Where world is not jet set
To pour my bleeding heart.
Till then I’ve to just frown
And endure, my teeth grate,
Till I’ve souls to pour heart.
All people tend to moan
It’s this nature I hate--
Too ready to pour heart.
With all in such zone
That keeps an ajar gate
To cry, where I my heart?
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Ghazal |16.02.2025| sympathy, heart
Note: The six lines of each stanza here in essence make only a couplet--just two lines. There are two rhymes and two refrains.
Looking forward has blinkers fitted, to obscure the past.
Looking back has the future switched off, a tired play by retired cast.
Dreams ignore reality, littering your future with nonsense plots
Drawing threads from past, hope and fantasy, intertwined in lots.
What you hoped for can never be attained, if goals are set too high
But if you hope and strive for nothing, you will never jump up and try.
Headlong rush into change with no plans, disrupts and disturbs
Better an ordered smooth transition menu for change with curves.
Being resilient requires a concrete foundation of self-assurance
To overcome fragility, built on shaky, quavering self confidence.
To reap what you sow requires the ground to be prepared
Otherwise weeds, self-sown, will leave no shoot sown spared.
If you bumble and tumble along, no-plan vulnerable to winds that blow
Your life will lack purpose, with hopes on shelf, left escrow.