Afterwards, I shall be a mote swirling at your window,
Without a breath, or a heartbeat, ringing at your window.
Noon has stumbled through the half-wicked buildings,
Like a blemish upon the wooers singing at your window.
Withering are the curses that are uttered in the bazaar,
To the weaver of the drapery swinging at your window.
Choking under the mist of unforgiven prayers,
My religion is a candle blinking at your window.
Uma, I’ll be the flurry at the fork of the fortnights,
Without a shaft or a feather, winging at your window.
Thank you! This is just a beautiful offering for the first day of the New Year.
It’s been stirring inside the bosom for a while: it’s a privilege to have my offering accepted. Many thanks to you.
A beautifully wrought poem, Uma. Wonderful imagery, lovely language, an apt refrain, and touches of alliteration
I am grateful for the encouragement, Derrick. I have been inspired by your exquisite writing in no small measure. Thanks a ton!
🙂 That is also encouraging for me
Your months in a creative purgatory haven’t lessened your literary powers but, if anything, have sharpened the nib of the pen. This ghazal shows the force and beauty that the form is capable of conveying. It is masterful. It makes me want to do one of two things: try to emulate your mastery, or abandon all attempts whatsoever. It’s a poem that bears and demands rereading, and rereading, and rereading…
My offering was an incantation, and a voodoo of sorts, to recall you from the quietude, and has it worked! I have been a canoe without oars for a while now, and would have long capsized without a trace but for your soft nudging. Ghazal is a format that is mild and intimidating at the same time, but that is true of all forms of poetry. I can merely stand in awe of the potential of the genre, and ooze a droplet or two once in while, induced by the kind words of my patrons such as yourself.
A million thanks, Bruce, for reading and rereading, and appearing at my blog to regale me with such warmth and kindness.
I LOVE this one, Uma! Happy New Year!
It is always a joy to earn your appreciation , Susie. Wish you a Magnificent and a Bounteous New Year!
Aww! Thank you. I’m keeping my fingers crossed!
Uma, I love the vibrant imagery in your poem, and the way, at the end, the reader realizes the watcher is watching himself through the window of reflection. Beautifully crafted!
Trust you to create an imagery with your own comment! Thanks you ever so much, Madilyn.
This is marvelous, especially the end. I never considered writing lines to myself. It got me thinking.
Happy New Year to you and yours. Glad to see you as WordPress is not the same without you. Your friend,
The allusion to oneself is a tradition unique to ghazals –it is even considered mandatory in the closing couplet. The practice seems born out of the frequent desolation, honed into a state of consciousness in which the ghazal-writer is a friend, a teacher and a spectator to oneself. But I have read some of the finest lines at your blog that speak oceans about the poet herself.
The compliment you have bestowed upon me has swelled my breast with emotions. But for my companions at WordPress, I’d have sunken to the seabed of silence. Thank you, thank you, and a million thanks to you, my friend.
I will examine the ghazal and give it a try. I appreciate your kind words.
Looking forward to more of your offerings–
You will take to it like a fish to water: I will wait with bated breath. Thanks for your trust of my pen.
What a beautiful poem! Thank you for sharing this!
Many thanks for those kind words: it’s a privilege and a pleasure.
Deeply moving, Uma. The depth of the darkness is hidden within the lightness of the words.
2019…may it cast more light than darkness on us all.
Happy New Year!
Thanks, Vicki. Your comment reassures me I have succeeded in penning a true ghazal. Wish a radiant New Year to you too!
thank you 🙂
may it be so!
Oh Uma, your ghazal is a joy to read! Missed your poetry, always so delicate yet powerful.
Wishing you a Happy New Year, my friend!
I owe my redux to the confidence of my friends in me, and the lingering warmth of your footsteps in the archives of my blog. I am grateful for the continued support, Inese.
Wish a Very Happy New Year to you too!
Thank you, Uma! May it be a good one 🙂
Beautiful Uma, the imagery is exquisite and I’m glad that your muse has brought you a little something to share with us!
Many thanks, Andrea. I am grateful for the sliver of ray offered to me by my beleaguered muse, pleased to receive your endorsement.
Look who’s writing again! It’s so nice to see you back, USP. 🙂
I’m hoping to read more of your lovely writing in 2019.
Happy New Year. 🙂
Thanks for the encouragement, Divya. Your kind words are eagerly awaited post after post.
Uma is the Ghalib of Internet.
It will take me years to forget that compliment, Purba! 😀
Delighted to read your poem after a long time. I am also late in responding being away from the streets of blogospere for some time. But how long can I resist the knock of your lyrics at my window.
I am fortunate to have pulled you in from far off streets from blogosphere. Many thanks to you!