Bijay Kant Dubey

My Burqawalli (Just For Her) - Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

Under the patches of clouds,
The fairly shining moon is she,
Playing hide and seek,
The beauty behind the veil
Talking through gestures,
Holding laughters in cheek,
Smiling herself within
And sharing with herself only.

Burqawalli, I see her striding alone
A stretch of land,
Going all alone,
But the desire to be along
Materializing it not,
As she following me as a shadow
And leaving behind too as a shadow
And I feeling it not
If she was with,
A burqa-clad girl,
Burqawalli, my mistress.

Her negative I still see it,
Like and love to posses,
The negative of hers,
I keeping it with,
Trying to recognize in light
When all alone,
How was she,
Who was she,
My love, my dark lady,
The queen of my dreams,
Oh, my dreamgirl?

Coming into the dreams of mine
Just like thumri, ghazal,
Shayari, quawalli,
Slowly and slowly
And sadly,
A girl whom I love,
A girl whom I admire
As she my ghazal,
She my thumri,
She my quawalli,
Her picture dancing before
And I like some ustad
Playing the tabla classically.

Topic(s) of this poem: art

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, March 17, 2015

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