Yea, the moonface
Not less than the moon with the twinkling stars.
People see the moon, the silvery fair white moon,
But I see you,
My moon, not less than.
Let me say, I love you,
I love you, Burquawalli
And when go I, see my bibi
But with love.
People call them, lo, see, see them the clouds,
The moon of the clouds, under the patches of,
But I call you the moon
Of my…
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Whatever rite or ritual start you,
The patron of letters,The god ofRiddhi, prosperity and Siddhi, attainment,Giver of success,Remover of obstacles,Om ganapatya namo namah,A god so mystical and mythological,So supernatural and blissful.
What is poetry?
What is it poetry? ,Modern poetry? ,Poetry modernist, post-modern, contemporary.Poetry,Gone digitalIn the Age of Intranet,Poetry now of the spur of the moment,Of the computer and the smartphone.Poetry,Meaningless and hollow,Without any meaning or idea,Poetry,The poetry of the modern man.You writing poetry,I writing poetry,On the computer,Typing and uploading and posting.
Where is beauty, whether in flowers
Meeting strangely,Where is it?When praise I the flowers,Held in by their exquisite beauty,I think it,There is nothing like that,So natural and lovely,So fresh and fine.But when find I the maidensStanding before,So beautiful to see,Bowling me outAt the first glance,I find yself at an awkward position.Now have I come to the conclusion,The maidens too can be…
Going from this station to that station,
Living like a gipsy,Running for waterWhen the train stationed,Sometimes left behind,Sometimes in a sound sleepAlighting far from destination?Oh, the journey of life,From train to train,Platform to platform,One train to another,Where to reach finally?
He is a modern,
Keeps he busy with.Living in a metropolitan town,On the third or fourth floor of the mansion,Gets he down by the lift,Switches on to reach the top.And as a commuter he goes to his office,Coming and going,The time passing in a bus.