Fruits, Shehanai, Romance -An Ode To The Celebrity Late Mr Bismillah Khan Poem by chayamsu v r

tastes cooked in
some anonymous agonies.
sorrows void of causes are
terrible baneful dictresses.
it was not from a void,
yet, not signed by any name.

my bosom babe,
when i am distressed with romance,
i remember the absurd maturity
of those
relishing sweet fruits,
boiled in the
warm water of entity,
which i sent to you
for taking during
that insane voyage.

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when your fingers kissed the strings,

the shehanai began to sing
from an unconscious mind-
a dhun, as if a tune of prieries flowing,
or may be a khamaj,
or malkauns?
rills running to the sea,
the whispering of octaves-
slowly
all five tones
effuses and effuses from your shehanai;

or a lullaby
to make you sleep
in peace?

the madrigals
sung by the shepherds?

on the canvas of poesy
braced around,
a vigour,
may be from your own
pictures of virulent life,
with
expressions changing,
talents changing,
is experienced.
so early the dawn
you play the miya ki thodi
in the loneliness!
your sweetheart
hasn't appeared yet.

or
singing about gunakali,
the buddy of malkauns?
it was only for you
nayyara noor and anvar maksood
wrote this verse
"i am fearless
all of them wish
they could marry me.
the strong hurricane
the freezing chill,
blistering warmth,
nothing is a fetter to us.
want you

to come this way,
know: you are not alone."

then in malkauns
"aaye soor ke panchi aaye…"*
sitting in the blistering sunshine of
connaught place
the wings of that bird is melted.
then the colours of the sky
began to pervade itself
slowly into the vanishing sun
and into night spread with black velvet.
some song in kajri*
flowed from the pitchblende darkness

it is full moon
when the drops of moonshine rain
gestures,
change and change like life.

the waves swapping
on the sand spreads and rocks!
sometimes the sprawling lake
sleeping weary and silent
after a ten-knot gale!
the babbling streams!
a marwa? a thatt*
some agonies are read here!
the solicitude sunk in compassion
is strongly imprinted here!

is it not that anonymous pain
that raises the waves of love
in shehanai?