tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-49332975233822530842024-03-08T06:19:56.665-08:00PalimpsestKanavhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08165577783927131029noreply@blogger.comBlogger14125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4933297523382253084.post-88679806961987660722011-09-29T18:28:00.000-07:002011-09-29T18:28:17.591-07:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #fff2cc; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"></span><br />
<div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;">Phosphorous-like the moon tonight charred in the street</div><div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;">Dark times, when there are no holds barred in the street</div><div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;"><br />
</div><div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;">Your winter aromas melted as I blew into my hands</div><div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;">Your summer sweat in my coldness tarred in the street </div><div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;"><br />
</div><div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;">Unthinking, and with silent smiles, she gave me her heart</div><div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;">But what if she says, "My brain will retard", in the street?</div><div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;"><br />
</div><div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;">What will you do when they shut the doors out tomorrow?</div><div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;">Threshold become, and get inturn barred in the street </div><div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;"><br />
</div><div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;">I would arise and go now and build Innisfree hives, (but) -</div><div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;">Who can afford to lose ones guard in the street?</div><div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;"><br />
</div><div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;">Another struggle, another fashion, and another tortured passion</div><div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;">Another mighty spirit convulsively jarred in the street</div><div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;"><br />
</div><div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;">Oh Irony! Mistress of sunny days – foreboding, flashy..</div><div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;">I lost my umbrella as it poured hard in the street.</div><div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;"><br />
</div><div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;">Smooth polished shoes scratch in battlefield sands,</div><div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;">Historian's Rana Sanga was perchance scarred in the street</div><div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;"><br />
</div><div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;">The potter rubs his nose in mud, as God bows to priest</div><div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;">Those made in heaven are oft marred in the street</div><div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;">[In response to a Punjabi verse:<em>Akhiyan je Ghumeyar mendhda, sirr mere te la'wnda</em>', which means - Oh only if my potter(maker - Punjabi word Ghumeyar (from Hindi Kumhaar) has that double sense) would have concentrated some attention over my unworthy being...']</div><div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;"><br />
</div><div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;">There is matter for memory, yes.. but then, who cares?</div><div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;">The moon that died tonight was not starred in the street</div><div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;"><br />
</div><div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;">We cross miles and reach where? - “counter and desk” - </div><div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;">“Save and pray” – and measure yard by yard in the street</div><div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;"><br />
</div><div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;">Ghazal! Thou coy mistress of the emperors’ palaces!</div><div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;">I will lift and turn you <em>avant garde</em> in the street.</div><div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;"><br />
</div><div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;">The page smothers under ashen embers, who broke in here?</div><div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;">Hold fort! Is there somewhere a bard in the street? </div></div>Kanavhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08165577783927131029noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4933297523382253084.post-12991441167182447322011-09-09T22:56:00.001-07:002011-09-09T22:56:04.526-07:00Beneath the Skin..<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"></span><br />
<div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;">What lurks in this quagmire of veins beneath the skin?</div><div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;">Aridity above perchance somehow rains beneath the skin.</div><div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;"><br />
</div><div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;">Time’s tutelage taught me lessons that I didn’t follow</div><div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;">Consequently, it seems something canes beneath the skin</div><div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;"><br />
</div><div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;">Those farmers that reaped epistles, sow cell-phones today</div><div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;">The ‘rural repast’ of love urbanes beneath the skin</div><div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;"><br />
</div><div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;">Inroads you allowed them fool, to make into your heart</div><div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;">Now flourishes a network of by-lanes beneath the skin</div><div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;"><br />
</div><div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;">Here a bomb there a bomb everywhere a bomb bomb</div><div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;">Oh good old Rhymes! Go change trains beneath the skin</div><div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;"><br />
</div><div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;">My heart in loneliness abuses me all the while</div><div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;">On field my head Zinadine Zidanes beneath the skin</div><div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;"><br />
</div><div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;">The tug of war with age, is finally all that there is</div><div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;">Flickering joys incessantly fight pains beneath the skin</div><div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;"><br />
</div><div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;">On the surface today’s hearts, merely on the surface</div><div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;">Beneath the skin however, those brains, beneath the skin</div><div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;"><br />
</div><div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;">How internal that struggle turned a misty civil war </div><div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;">Hamlet failed to see therein those Danes beneath the skin</div><div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;"><br />
</div><div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;">Night’s stars are buried by the Sun’s violent break</div><div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;">How violently Doubt, ascertains beneath the skin</div><div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;"><br />
</div><div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;">The two felt light, walking hand-in-hand, the village road</div><div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;">Autopsy of the corpses revealed chains beneath the skin</div><div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;"><br />
</div><div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;">Give me my final <em>paan</em> as Life spits me out</div><div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;">For red if not blood, some stains beneath the skin</div><div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;"><br />
</div><div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;">Two lines never make a couplet fool, One needs a magnet’s compression</div><div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;">Otherwise they are, if you look closely, quatrains beneath the skin!</div></div>Kanavhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08165577783927131029noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4933297523382253084.post-76996367780510975152011-09-05T21:31:00.003-07:002011-09-05T21:31:48.237-07:00Couldn't we one day... (A pre-monsoon shower)<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"></span><br />
<div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;">Couldn't we one day...</div><div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;">Get wet together in this lovely rain?</div><div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;">Holding each other as two frightened lovers shall in grey?</div><div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;">Shall we not then let our necks drop back</div><div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;">Let them follow the watery fingers that run their nails on our spines?</div><div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;">Shall not we then smell each other's hands?</div><div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;">Unknowingly comparing for which to be the sweeter?</div><div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;">The hands...the rain? Or the rain on your hands... Or shoulders?</div><div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;">Shall we not then forget ourselves? Will not that rain blur the ink stains of ego?</div><div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;">Forgetting even our union?</div><div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;">Kissing as perfect strangers</div><div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;">Just celebrating rain...?</div></div>Kanavhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08165577783927131029noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4933297523382253084.post-3081804279245400512011-09-05T21:31:00.001-07:002011-09-05T21:31:01.864-07:00A Monsoonal Interlude<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"></span><br />
<div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;">Oh come on now!</div><div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;"><br />
</div><div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;">What like defeated Generals at consolatory post war meetings</div><div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;">Now you peep and now hide?</div><div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;">Like a new wife, stop fulfilling protocol coyness.</div><div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;">Descend now with a full stride.</div><div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;"><br />
</div><div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;">Nothing remains undone! With complete force fall now.</div><div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;">Unfurl your highest flags</div><div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;">that the cooling petals of benediction may shower joy now.</div><div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;"><br />
</div><div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;">Empty are sad rosebuds. Colour them, Breathe them your scent.</div><div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;">Where are sitar's youthful notes? Come now and give them vent.</div><div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;">Hear you not these many-shaded Malhaars?</div><div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;">Some of them are beggars, aggressors some.</div><div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;">Weeping unto you in prayer, energizing your passions in welcome.</div><div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;">Many. Many on footpaths have breathed dry.</div><div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;">Hopes get humid as your arrogant clouds ply.</div><div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;"><br />
</div><div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;">Heart's begging bowl is humble yet.</div><div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;">Fill it now with love</div><div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;">Enough have rained the redenned eyes</div><div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;">Enough of this game, Rain now from the skies.</div></div>Kanavhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08165577783927131029noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4933297523382253084.post-32577952730339200712011-09-05T21:30:00.001-07:002011-09-05T21:30:07.609-07:00A translation: A tribute<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"></span><br />
<div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;">"Abke ham bichhde, to shayad kabhi khwabon mein milen</div><div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;">Jis tarha sookhe hue phool kitaabon mein milen"</div><div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;"><br />
</div><div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;">(Parted thus this moment, we shall perchance in dreams someday meet</div><div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;">Like long dead, dried flowers, within books the eyes greet.)</div><div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;"><br />
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</div><div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;">"Dhoondh ujde hue logon mein wafa ke moti</div><div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;">ye khazaane tujhe mumkin hai kharaabon mein milen"</div><div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;"><br />
</div><div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;">(Seek out the pearls of fidelity, among the atrophied lot</div><div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;">Such rare wealth, oftener, with the 'useless' ones is got)</div><div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;"><br />
</div><div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;"><br />
</div><div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;">"Tu Khuda hai na mera ishk farishton jaisa</div><div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;">Dono insaan hain to kyon itne hijaabon mein milen"</div><div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;"><br />
</div><div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;">(No God are you, nor angel-like my love's creed</div><div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;">Mortals as both thus be, of many faceted veils, what need?)</div><div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;"><br />
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</div><div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;">"Gham-e-duniya bhi gham-e-yaar mein shaamil karlo</div><div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;">Nasha badhta hai sharaaben jo sharaabon mein milen"</div><div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;"><br />
</div><div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;">(With the despair of the beloved,the pains of existence amalgamate</div><div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;">One mixed into the other, liquors must the better intoxicate)</div><div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;"><br />
</div><div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;"><br />
</div><div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;">"Aaj ham daar par khinche gaye jin baaton par</div><div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;">kya ajab kal wo zamaane ke nisaabon mein milen"</div><div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;"><br />
</div><div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;">(The very reasons which drag us to the gallows, serving as our crimes</div><div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;">Shall tomorrow unsurprisingly, be the syllabi of the times)</div><div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;"><br />
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</div><div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;">"Ab na wo mein hun, na tu hai, na wo maazi hai 'faraz'</div><div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;">Jaise do saaye tamanna ke saraabon mein milen"</div><div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;"><br />
</div><div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;">(Neither I, nor you 'Faraz' nor sweet old days as before do emerge</div><div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;">As if in illusions of desires, two faint shadows must perfunctorily converge)</div></div>Kanavhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08165577783927131029noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4933297523382253084.post-3266938625022065872011-09-05T21:29:00.001-07:002011-09-05T21:29:07.220-07:00In drowsiness..<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"></span><br />
<div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;"><em>All this </em>show</div><div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;">And yet to see bewilderment in the nature of crime</div><div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;">To pass thus, one's time</div><div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;">in an inglorious flow..</div><div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;"><br />
</div><div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;">In those moments of madness, one never stays</div><div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;">And yet to dream in a minute, an age </div><div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;">When age like a dream in a minute strays</div><div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;">To weep and regain then, or change..</div><div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;"><br />
</div><div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;">With surprise the slow turgidity of 'I'</div><div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;">to steal and then return with an inwardly-winking cry</div><div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;">A heart loving or a coin sly..</div></div>Kanavhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08165577783927131029noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4933297523382253084.post-43708808449253654412011-09-05T21:28:00.001-07:002011-09-05T21:28:32.619-07:00On being shown my place<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 16px;"></span><br />
<div style="line-height: 1.5em;">I'm no one.</div><div style="line-height: 1.5em;"><br />
</div><div style="line-height: 1.5em;">Somebody's pride,</div><div style="line-height: 1.5em;">somebody's guilt..</div><div style="line-height: 1.5em;">Somewhere I hide,</div><div style="line-height: 1.5em;">Somewhere I tilt.</div><div style="line-height: 1.5em;"><br />
</div><div style="line-height: 1.5em;">Somehow I choke</div><div style="line-height: 1.5em;">Somehow exist.</div><div style="line-height: 1.5em;">I'm ash and smoke</div><div style="line-height: 1.5em;">Of a presumptuous zeitgeist.</div><div style="line-height: 1.5em;"><br />
</div><div style="line-height: 1.5em;">I'm no one.</div><div style="line-height: 1.5em;"><br />
</div><div style="line-height: 1.5em;">Some laugh at me</div><div style="line-height: 1.5em;">Some bite my back</div><div style="line-height: 1.5em;">Some show me courage,</div><div style="line-height: 1.5em;">Is what I lack.</div><div style="line-height: 1.5em;"><br />
</div><div style="line-height: 1.5em;">Some hinder me</div><div style="line-height: 1.5em;">Some school.</div><div style="line-height: 1.5em;">I'm the worthless dust</div><div style="line-height: 1.5em;">Of a momentous whirlpool.</div><div style="line-height: 1.5em;"><br />
</div><div style="line-height: 1.5em;">I'm no one.</div></div>Kanavhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08165577783927131029noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4933297523382253084.post-63584676385717077942011-09-05T21:27:00.001-07:002011-09-05T21:27:49.171-07:00Dreams on Sale<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 16px;"></span><br />
<div style="line-height: 1.5em;">And even this day one couldn't erase?</div><div style="line-height: 1.5em;">What trappings of life, like a bribed mass, marched.</div><div style="line-height: 1.5em;">Into the softest of my heart they charged..</div><div style="line-height: 1.5em;"><br />
</div><div style="line-height: 1.5em;">For when Joy is chasing Regret..</div><div style="line-height: 1.5em;">Holding life's flag violently astir..</div><div style="line-height: 1.5em;">The joy reduces to joy's murmur.</div><div style="line-height: 1.5em;"><br />
</div><div style="line-height: 1.5em;">What hope then and what despair..</div><div style="line-height: 1.5em;">One the other feeds and propells,</div><div style="line-height: 1.5em;">Dream like,the dreamer his dream sells</div></div>Kanavhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08165577783927131029noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4933297523382253084.post-43735862567645860152011-09-05T21:26:00.001-07:002011-09-05T21:26:31.672-07:00Almost..<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 16px;"></span><br />
<div style="line-height: 1.5em;">Like the twin towers, Almighty’s might almost</div><div style="line-height: 1.5em;">And then the planes crashing into man’s sight almost.</div><div style="line-height: 1.5em;"><br />
</div><div style="line-height: 1.5em;">Thus began the blood and fury of freedom’s tale</div><div style="line-height: 1.5em;">Man found the womb watertight, almost.</div><div style="line-height: 1.5em;"><br />
</div><div style="line-height: 1.5em;">The triumphant ray touched and mocked the night</div><div style="line-height: 1.5em;">Matters quite black and white almost?</div><div style="line-height: 1.5em;"><br />
</div><div style="line-height: 1.5em;">Why leave uncoloured even blank silent tears?</div><div style="line-height: 1.5em;">Fill these gaps with butterfly-words alright? Almost.</div><div style="line-height: 1.5em;"><br />
</div><div style="line-height: 1.5em;">The trepidation of sense's legs at their heads</div><div style="line-height: 1.5em;">The unscrupulous semester system's plight, almost!</div><div style="line-height: 1.5em;"><br />
</div><div style="line-height: 1.5em;">Sudden peace and benevolence all around me</div><div style="line-height: 1.5em;">Surely losing the secret fight, almost.</div><div style="line-height: 1.5em;"><br />
</div><div style="line-height: 1.5em;">Each thinking moment grounds love's roots deeper</div><div style="line-height: 1.5em;">But on desire's wing, love's flight almost.</div><div style="line-height: 1.5em;"><br />
</div><div style="line-height: 1.5em;">Why must I fear love’s branch to bend and break?</div><div style="line-height: 1.5em;">When I myself am fully upright… almost!</div><div style="line-height: 1.5em;"><br />
</div><div style="line-height: 1.5em;">In this <em>izafat</em>-less tongue fool, the ghazal is lost</div><div style="line-height: 1.5em;">So what if it seems as bright, almost!</div></div>Kanavhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08165577783927131029noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4933297523382253084.post-38642436161773304002011-09-05T21:25:00.001-07:002011-09-05T21:25:30.763-07:00To Yaman : A ghazal<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 16px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"></span></span><br />
<div style="line-height: 1.5em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Arrogant sun to moon’s softness bows and then Yaman</span></div><div style="line-height: 1.5em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Helplessly loves again, the raging heart when Yaman</span></div><div style="line-height: 1.5em;"><br />
</div><div style="line-height: 1.5em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">In the stillness of time, the knowing moon’s intrusion</span></div><div style="line-height: 1.5em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Here and now move forth and there and then Yaman…</span></div><div style="line-height: 1.5em;"><br />
</div><div style="line-height: 1.5em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">The higher notes come today before the lower ones</span></div><div style="line-height: 1.5em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Usurps effortlessly the conspiring, simpleton Yaman</span></div><div style="line-height: 1.5em;"><br />
</div><div style="line-height: 1.5em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Bade Ghulam Ali, you majestic conqueror of the spheres</span></div><div style="line-height: 1.5em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Went vanquished to what slipped your art’s <em>prehen</em>,Yaman!</span></div><div style="line-height: 1.5em;"><br />
</div><div style="line-height: 1.5em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Another evening, another wait, another waiting in sight</span></div><div style="line-height: 1.5em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Heart jumps out of its corner and in the den, Yaman</span></div><div style="line-height: 1.5em;"><br />
</div><div style="line-height: 1.5em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Slain lies all hope, yet the eye is still alive</span></div><div style="line-height: 1.5em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Before closes the eye, why not open Yaman.</span></div><div style="line-height: 1.5em;"><br />
</div><div style="line-height: 1.5em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">As Jasmine’s aroma blends into the night’s paarijaat</span></div><div style="line-height: 1.5em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Tears make up the prayer, and for amen, Yaman.</span></div><div style="line-height: 1.5em;"><br />
</div></div>Kanavhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08165577783927131029noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4933297523382253084.post-18345364488232661982011-09-05T21:22:00.001-07:002011-09-05T21:22:29.636-07:00The Toy-shop of the Heart<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"></span><br />
<div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;">The pen such that brims with even one drop of the heart</div><div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;">A paper now that can empty the "toy shop of the heart"</div><div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;"><br />
</div><div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;">Not the Indian farmer that erratic rains indebt</div><div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;">Blooms of un-invited rains, the crop of the heart</div><div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;"><br />
</div><div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;">Hurt-regret had arrested my mind’s eye so sure</div><div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;">But for that corrupt cop of the heart!</div><div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;"><br />
</div><div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;">Such stars exploded today in the sky and yet</div><div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;">Deepest crusts appeared, the mere top of the heart</div><div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;"><br />
</div><div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;">Another bridge unlikely seems, stones spiritless sink</div><div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;">Sita listens quivering to each plop of the heart</div><div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;"><br />
</div><div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;">Mars-Eros together when Desire’s harp amuse</div><div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;">Uncouth, rebels for melody, the hip-hop of the heart</div><div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;"><br />
</div><div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;">At least barter a kiss for this semi precious stone</div><div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;">Also wipes the threshold the floor-mop of the heart</div><div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;"><br />
</div><div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;">Ah! That ephemeral, winking start of the eyes</div><div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;">Oh! That permanent un-final stop of the heart!</div><div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;"><br />
</div><div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;">Fickleness in our ways fool, and such times</div><div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;">At the drop of a hat, the drop of the heart!</div><div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;"><br />
</div><div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;">Exiled into this theatre, find a stage and then</div><div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;">Dance on the world’s fangs with the prop of the heart</div><div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;"><br />
</div><div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;">Life-like its fragility, and its movement anxious</div><div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;">In heart of hearts the timeless warp of the heart</div><div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;"><br />
</div><div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;">A <em>kabaadi</em> that I am of these half deserted streets</div><div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;">Filling anew “the foul rag and bone shop of the heart”</div><div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;"><br />
</div><div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;">I would go and call "Ishmael tonight", if I may</div><div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;">That man Kanav, pours drop by drop of the heart...</div></div>Kanavhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08165577783927131029noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4933297523382253084.post-48271466914511610772011-09-05T21:18:00.001-07:002011-09-05T21:18:29.900-07:00A ghazal after One Hundred Years of Solitude<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 16px;"></span><br />
<div style="line-height: 1.5em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">The frolic of loneliness and the tear of solitude</span></div><div style="line-height: 1.5em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Why scratch the eyes of the seer of solitude?</span></div><div style="line-height: 1.5em;"><br />
</div><div style="line-height: 1.5em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Candles of joy melted away in habit’s heat</span></div><div style="line-height: 1.5em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Tonight in darkness pendulums the chandelier of solitude</span></div><div style="line-height: 1.5em;"><br />
</div><div style="line-height: 1.5em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">'For God’s sake, Hold thy tongue and let me love'</span></div><div style="line-height: 1.5em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Let me have now my share of solitude!</span></div><div style="line-height: 1.5em;"><br />
</div><div style="line-height: 1.5em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Forget not against brimming love and sparse doubt </span></div><div style="line-height: 1.5em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Desdemona's innocence and a Lear of solitude</span></div><div style="line-height: 1.5em;"><br />
</div><div style="line-height: 1.5em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">For God’s sake, hold my hands and let us war</span></div><div style="line-height: 1.5em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Let us sound defeated bugles in the ear of solitude…</span></div><div style="line-height: 1.5em;"><br />
</div><div style="line-height: 1.5em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">In this tug-of-war, my hands are burning on the entwined rope</span></div><div style="line-height: 1.5em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">This un-ceasing un-tiring wear and tear of solitude</span></div><div style="line-height: 1.5em;"><br />
</div><div style="line-height: 1.5em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Remember those long drives, love? When at easy speeds</span></div><div style="line-height: 1.5em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">How we slipped unawares, into the gear of solitude…</span></div><div style="line-height: 1.5em;"><br />
</div><div style="line-height: 1.5em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Can't say how long in this unintelligible world have I been…</span></div><div style="line-height: 1.5em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">A moment’s togetherness echoed, many a year of solitude.</span></div><div style="line-height: 1.5em;"><br />
</div><div style="line-height: 1.5em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">My own blood I see congealing into soft-toys</span></div><div style="line-height: 1.5em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Call pain poetry? The double spear of solitude</span></div><div style="line-height: 1.5em;"><br />
</div><div style="line-height: 1.5em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">The 'gair' sips his choicest wines from your hands</span></div><div style="line-height: 1.5em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">And for us the empty cheer of solitude!!</span></div><div style="line-height: 1.5em;"><br />
</div><div style="line-height: 1.5em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">The womb solitary, solitary the wanderings of a child</span></div><div style="line-height: 1.5em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">And then this age… wine, and a bier of solitude…</span></div><div style="line-height: 1.5em;"><br />
</div><div style="line-height: 1.5em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Love faith war peace, all are mere games because</span></div><div style="line-height: 1.5em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Man needs occupation in the fear of solitude</span></div><div style="line-height: 1.5em;"><br />
</div><div style="line-height: 1.5em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Oh Shahid you left early, and even in this</span></div><div style="line-height: 1.5em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">You made yourself the Kashmir of solitude...</span></div><div style="line-height: 1.5em;"><br />
</div><div style="line-height: 1.5em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">All this is word play too, fool, and nothing else </span></div><div style="line-height: 1.5em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">In the hour after many a Hundred Year of Solitude!</span></div><div style="font-size: 11px;"><br />
</div></div>Kanavhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08165577783927131029noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4933297523382253084.post-63030953763263013542011-09-05T09:45:00.000-07:002011-09-09T22:55:45.156-07:00Embrace me my love, embrace me..<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 16px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"></span></span><br />
<div style="line-height: 1.5em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Embrace me my love... Embrace me.</span></div><div style="line-height: 1.5em;"><br />
</div><div style="line-height: 1.5em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">As the enormous sounds around us crash,</span></div><div style="line-height: 1.5em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Artificiality of neon lights commerces us across the shelf</span></div><div style="line-height: 1.5em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Street like we pass into stinking trash</span></div><div style="line-height: 1.5em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">And a convoluted matrix un-simplifies, ourself from ourself.</span></div><div style="line-height: 1.5em;"><br />
</div><div style="line-height: 1.5em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Remember that one time when we flew</span></div><div style="line-height: 1.5em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Flew and flew and the skies seemed just steps away?</span></div><div style="line-height: 1.5em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Now, metal-asphalt is all the eyebrow drew, </span></div><div style="line-height: 1.5em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">You in this dark my love, my only day.</span></div><div style="line-height: 1.5em;"><br />
</div><div style="line-height: 1.5em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">This world, its frenzy and its 'life', this rapacious city</span></div><div style="line-height: 1.5em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">disgusts the human soul of even a prude.</span></div><div style="line-height: 1.5em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">You I experience as my soul's smithy </span></div><div style="line-height: 1.5em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">And the temporary evidence of momentary lassitude.</span></div><div style="line-height: 1.5em;"><br />
</div><div style="line-height: 1.5em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Jeering eyes, denuding even passing expecting mothers</span></div><div style="line-height: 1.5em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Filth on road and mind, hail modern liberal czars!</span></div><div style="line-height: 1.5em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">With Humidity for mosquitoes and dirty reptiles</span></div><div style="line-height: 1.5em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">aridity of this abusive race can shame a thousand Thars.</span></div><div style="line-height: 1.5em;"><br />
</div><div style="line-height: 1.5em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">How their thoughts on incompetent runways seek flight</span></div><div style="line-height: 1.5em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">And however high they take to sky </span></div><div style="line-height: 1.5em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Crash into limitless buildings, and despite</span></div><div style="line-height: 1.5em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">high ideals, never as high fly.</span></div><div style="line-height: 1.5em;"><br />
</div><div style="line-height: 1.5em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Banish this burning world to its czars</span></div><div style="line-height: 1.5em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Our human soul has already enough scars.</span></div><div style="line-height: 1.5em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Embrace me love, and with compassionate tears</span></div><div style="line-height: 1.5em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Let me embrace thee.</span></div><div style="line-height: 1.5em;"><br />
</div><div style="line-height: 1.5em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">When we are together, we are a world apart</span></div><div style="line-height: 1.5em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">These shrill voices can practise elsewhere their art</span></div><div style="line-height: 1.5em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Just take me, and make me</span></div><div style="line-height: 1.5em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Make me, and break me.</span></div><div style="line-height: 1.5em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Embrace my words out of me</span></div><div style="line-height: 1.5em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Empty me slowly of this energy</span></div><div style="line-height: 1.5em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">This energy which makes me want, and weep.</span></div><div style="line-height: 1.5em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Slowly in your arms, put me to sleep.</span></div><div style="line-height: 1.5em;"><br />
</div><div style="line-height: 1.5em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Now, now, right now come and to me, thee glue.</span></div><div style="line-height: 1.5em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Let's see what I then felt was partly or wholly true? </span></div><div style="line-height: 1.5em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Did we experience real-ly and yet register not?</span></div><div style="line-height: 1.5em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">What crossed us then love? What?</span></div><div style="line-height: 1.5em;"><br />
</div><div style="line-height: 1.5em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">We felt we would embrace into each other </span></div><div style="line-height: 1.5em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">And just as I felt nothing could more tightly hold,</span></div><div style="line-height: 1.5em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">we went to hold each other even closer.</span></div><div style="line-height: 1.5em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Did we not feel then that we could, if we open </span></div><div style="line-height: 1.5em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">our sightless eyes, see behind each other the empty walls?</span></div><div style="line-height: 1.5em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Did we feel that our faces were contorted and alas!</span></div><div style="line-height: 1.5em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">There hardly was any sweat, though there was.</span></div><div style="line-height: 1.5em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Did we keep ourselves aside somewhere and</span></div><div style="line-height: 1.5em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Let the human soul - a word which due to</span></div><div style="line-height: 1.5em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">this newly gained competence of sad mediocrity of our race, we use with trepidation -</span></div><div style="line-height: 1.5em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">take of our semi-lives, a full presence?</span></div><div style="line-height: 1.5em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Did we feel that at that moment you remained not you?</span></div><div style="line-height: 1.5em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Cliche as it is, it was so, it was, it is true.</span></div><div style="line-height: 1.5em;"><br />
</div><div style="line-height: 1.5em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Do we fear to say that the great Donne's art</span></div><div style="line-height: 1.5em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">(of a Johnson's scorn) said to us the truths</span></div><div style="line-height: 1.5em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">which more than those insincere satires, we felt in our heart?</span></div><div style="line-height: 1.5em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">'Leave the city, and with the village ourself collate'.</span></div><div style="line-height: 1.5em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Village, where the 'khap panchayats' the stench of insanitation accentuate?</span></div><div style="line-height: 1.5em;"><br />
</div><div style="line-height: 1.5em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Leave, leave all this love and let us into each other drape.</span></div><div style="line-height: 1.5em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Create within this city,</span></div><div style="line-height: 1.5em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">our own Innisfree and Xanadu's landscape...</span></div><div style="line-height: 1.5em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Let the village and the city and nations and polity,</span></div><div style="line-height: 1.5em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">take a break. Let us love again, and into each other's embrace, escape.</span></div></div>Kanavhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08165577783927131029noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4933297523382253084.post-14650947187789599222011-09-05T09:42:00.000-07:002011-09-05T09:42:06.384-07:00Let's Decentralize..!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 16px;"></span><br />
<div style="line-height: 1.5em;">One thought, love, that keeps the pulse these days - </div><div style="line-height: 1.5em;">for such are the preoccupations, such today's ways!</div><div style="line-height: 1.5em;">Should we the autocracy of hearts – each over the other -</div><div style="line-height: 1.5em;">let over what is nascent, conquer?</div><div style="line-height: 1.5em;">Must not we, with some such design as permits,</div><div style="line-height: 1.5em;">A perfect majority aim, in each other’s limits?</div><div style="line-height: 1.5em;">If we follow some constitution, love – half emboldened in ideal</div><div style="line-height: 1.5em;">half dried in manipulation’s bind –</div><div style="line-height: 1.5em;">We shall by the far, fail</div><div style="line-height: 1.5em;">For every decision then shall surely entail</div><div style="line-height: 1.5em;">Sycophancy and bribery of eyes against mind.</div><div style="line-height: 1.5em;"><br />
</div><div style="line-height: 1.5em;">One of us then, will picket the other’s ‘peaceful’ trend</div><div style="line-height: 1.5em;">Hooting horns of revolt, ride through the mind’s streets</div><div style="line-height: 1.5em;">We shall journey in-and-out, burning the fuel of our days.</div><div style="line-height: 1.5em;">Speeches – not without lampoon – shall replace the loving ways.</div><div style="line-height: 1.5em;">To conclude the breaking-news trivia of our lives,</div><div style="line-height: 1.5em;">Envenomed as it is by mechanical archives</div><div style="line-height: 1.5em;">For simple problems of malnourished sentiments,</div><div style="line-height: 1.5em;">Shall we too, to air-conditioned halls descend?</div><div style="line-height: 1.5em;"><br />
</div><div style="line-height: 1.5em;">Were we to behave as democratic tyrants murmur</div><div style="line-height: 1.5em;">Corrupt into each other’s heart, a selfish sum.</div><div style="line-height: 1.5em;">Those mal-nourished sentiments will the more suffer</div><div style="line-height: 1.5em;">However fortified may our intellects become.</div><div style="line-height: 1.5em;"><br />
</div><div style="line-height: 1.5em;">Lets make matters clear and straight, to thus surmise</div><div style="line-height: 1.5em;">Unlike the fashion of this pandemonium, love</div><div style="line-height: 1.5em;">Let's decentralize!</div><div style="line-height: 1.5em;"><br />
</div><div style="line-height: 1.5em;">If we into each the other’s being concentrate</div><div style="line-height: 1.5em;">Then by degrees, what is representative will take control</div><div style="line-height: 1.5em;">And assume for itself, a selfish role.</div><div style="line-height: 1.5em;"><br />
</div><div style="line-height: 1.5em;">Centralize we must though, in so far as</div><div style="line-height: 1.5em;">When to our singular soul we receive threat</div><div style="line-height: 1.5em;">By whatever means, its dilution abet.</div><div style="line-height: 1.5em;"><br />
</div><div style="line-height: 1.5em;">Decentralize we must, and for that let’s go to Donne.</div><div style="line-height: 1.5em;">Make of our singular soul, a handsome score.</div><div style="line-height: 1.5em;">Each into the other, and in all, one</div><div style="line-height: 1.5em;">One our each, to make it four.</div><div style="line-height: 1.5em;"><br />
</div><div style="line-height: 1.5em;">Appropriate soul shall re-present, ourself</div><div style="line-height: 1.5em;">In more just means, and ends therefore</div><div style="line-height: 1.5em;">Shall be contenting the each, more.</div><div style="line-height: 1.5em;"><br />
</div><div style="line-height: 1.5em;">So, lets make matters subsume, as ease may rise</div><div style="line-height: 1.5em;">Unlike the fashion of this pandemonium, love</div><div style="line-height: 1.5em;">Let's decentralize!!</div></div>Kanavhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08165577783927131029noreply@blogger.com0