Short Bestirred Poems

Breeze bestirred, died down,
Not even a stray leaf stirred,
He came to my town
And left like migrating bird,
Leaving me parched, my eyes blurred.
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Gulzaar | 16.03.2023 | Tanka
Poet’s note: This is translation of lyricist Gulzar’s short shyries.

Hawa guzar gayi patte the kuchh hile bhi nahi,
wo mere shahar me aaye bhi aur mile bhi nahi....

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Autumn much gentler
When ends, ends biting winter,
And comes when the spring,
Warm weather along to bring,
How do waters know to stir?
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Tanka |28.05.2021|

Poet’s notes: A picture of snow-capped mountain peaks, below which a green thicket and a meadow, and at the bottom flows bestirred waters now that winter is over and spring is on the way. And this question arises in my mind in the form of this Tanka....

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That soft graphite core
Clasped in fragrant cedar wood :
Pencil – nothing more,

Notions now bestirred,
Flow softly on the paper,
Gently ease the words.

My poetic muse,
Soft and black from Borrowdale,
Dark as Sunday shoes,

Guide my hand to write -
Black hieroglyphs, clear, concise 
Creep across the white.

My favoured stylus
Breach the chasm of my words
And inspire me thus.

Familiar feeling –
Poised comfortably in my hand,
My artistic friend....

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THE AWAKENING

It was midnight that I laid still
and breath had filtered down
An open book - a nagging fly
will wait for me until

bestirred at morning’s knock
when stoves excite a brew
and housewives stir a door
toward sunrise bursting through -

to heaven like a broom
sweeping eyelids like a fan
and chattel and dust balls
like billiards across the room -

that wake the inner chambers
of my brain i separate stalls
that conjure up my daily tasks
within these slumbered walls...

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