Ghazal-2

 

To find a free home, away, the bird has flown,

Why then, do you whine, let it go on its own...

 

In war there is madness, vulgarity and passion too,

The river full of blood does not flow on its own...

 

You till your heart; you sow love into your soul,

for the crop of wisdom, will never grow on its own...

 

You have to reach outstretched, for succor and mercy,

for the Hand of providence will not tow on its own...

 

O' beloved, it must be your songs of love and longing,

for this melodious breeze does not blow on its own...

 

For many moons before birth, in the warmest of abodes, 

every soul knew all that it can never know on its own...

 

O' beloved, what is it, if not coquetry and mischief?

How else can be so enchanting, an eyebrow on its own?

 

Khaaki, go tell the simmering sun, to preserve its rays,

for I am teaching the core of my being to glow on its own...

 

Reviews

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:: wow ... i am just amazed by the beauty and intensity of this ghazal... this is so beautiful that i can almost hear it being sung... the images are just so powerful and consuming... and the closing is to die for... i was stunned when i read the last couplet... oh, i wish i could say that to the sun... but alas i am so dependent on it...

uske ishq ki roshni ke bagair
raakh si raat sannate mein cheekhti hai
na din shuru hote hain
na khatm
zindagi jahannum ki tasveer ban jaati hai

par vo jahaan kitna haseen hoga
jahan roshni kahin aur se na aati ho
insaan khud hi poore hote hon
aur ghazlein yunhi gungunaati rehti

:)

[Gobinder Singh Dhindsa]

Wow.. Nice writing. Keep writing. If possible then Do u read my writing Anguish?