Another attempt at a ghazal. I do believe I am getting better at it.
A ghazal of the sea
Leave now or you will see nothing of the sea
The dark outside is the night doting on the sea
Another round, and then another. Tomorrow is still two days away.
Remember, all is forgiven for gangetic ash floating on the sea
Father, fate is a life lived backwards. I abjure it
I have found something better in this constant groping of the sea
Love is a song you have sought at the rim of a valley
Have you never heard its quick notes loping on the sea?
He lived by the beach but left and retreated into the city;
His eyes turned inward by the slow encroaching of the sea.
Call me at midnight. Perhaps I will have an answer.
Your question’s been outsourced to the smartest dolphin in the sea.
If night is the long silence of open skulls,
evening is a cluster bomb exploding on the sea
No more people, no more! Send them all away
And make my excuses to those out moping on the sea
‘Krishna, will you steal away without a goodbye?
Must we look for you among the corpses bloating on the sea?’
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