Ghazal Poems

O beautiful wine-bearer, bring forth the cup and put it to my lips
Path of love seemed easy at first, what came was many hardships.
With its perfume, the morning breeze unlocks those beautiful locks
The curl of those dark ringlets, many hearts to shreds strips.
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I wish to go and dwell,
In such a place,
Where there's no one else.
No one to understand my speech,
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I am being accused of loving you, that is all
It is not an insult, but a praise, that is all

My heart is pleased at the words of the accusers
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In my life there is room after room of good things
my man is one room for whom thanks-I-am-giving.
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I do not know what good seeds I have been sowing
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I was dead, then alive.
Weeping, then laughing.

The power of love came into me,
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I don't need
a companion who is
nasty sad and sour
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You who are not kept anxiously awake for love's sake, sleep on.
In restless search for that river, we hurry along;
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Pain did not become grateful to medicine
I didn't get well; [but it] wasn't bad either
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Where is sensible action, & my insanity whence?
See the difference, it is from where to whence.
From the church & hypocritical vestments, I take offence
Where is the abode of the Magi, & sweet wine whence?
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Inside a snowy blanket which put the trees to sleep,
I heard a fawn.
Out past the window's ice coat in the morning, I
found a sleeping fawn.
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That beautiful Shirazi Turk, took control and my heart stole,
I'll give Samarkand & Bukhara, for her Hindu beauty mole.
O wine-bearer bring me wine, such wine not found in Heavens
By running brooks, in flowery fields, spend your days and stroll.
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I do not think you will see me
write a sonnet to a tree
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In my life there is room after room of good things
my man is one room for whom thanks-I-am-giving.
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The great poet the lover the mystic
Who wrote recipes for the broken hearts
Spake of the rubies jewels of Bagram
The curvaceous beauties from India
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This morning the sun spattered the world with blue
Skies and from their resting places the winds blew

In reply. Now around us we see blue jays,
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wind water earth sky - all things remain the same
for our Lord in heaven above we are but a game

He tests us at every step if we fail
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My love and I reside upon the belly of a bridge
with heartbeats of the sky?--the drums upon the bridge.

I've heard of songs that rise at night from pitch black oceans.
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What indeed is your patrimony
My sweet child, Aniqa!
A few 'ghazal' compositions, a handful of
poems
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Come, let's refresh our promises
Or else it will scatter like petals from a flower

You were never mine, nor to be or will be
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Never offer your heart to any strangers
They will return it without heed, under the sky.

In the lonely nights, if you look at the moon restively,
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Ia adalah shisha yang dihisap semua orang. Luka yang memberi kenikmatan di mata para pencari dusta.

Tidak ada penafsiran apapun untuk sebuah puisi gelap yang terang-terangan membutakan dirinya sendiri. Ia bukanlah ghazal atau puisi semacam itu.
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Though I don't know where to begin, I want to write a poem,
Is it expected to be heartfelt and an homage to love?

Should it instead wax poetic about the sky, the moon, the stars, or our solar system's planets Pluto, Jupiter, or Mars?
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introduction:

I remind myself now and again that 'Every death is an unfinished project'. Still, as long as we hold it in our memory, stir the waters now and again, the pebble of that life will continue to send ripples outward, to touch, sometimes change, new lives in distant places.
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There is a ghazal in ecstasy
There is ghazal in the cloud of mercy

Both seem to me
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The Ghazal

Feel sitting in sofa,
Table sits in front,
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A Long Wait (Ghazal)
Ghazal--The form is thought to have developed from Persian street challenges and is a shorter,
single themed descendant of the Qasida. The predominant theme is love both earthly and spiritual
which the ghazal explores with imagination and fantasy.
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Grey woods wearing green garbs of rain,
In gay abandon dance in rain.

Monsoon-mad, losing old restraint,
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Love is mixed poem
Begins with three-line Haiku
Then five-line Tanka,
Grows to Ghazal and Free verse
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What you heard was
not true. I am writing my will
after you lost charisma.
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Unsung Ghazals sing…and sing in unison as a Ghazal:
"Man travels…travels untimely to the infinite Ghazal…"
Breezes and the waves sing….and sing as a Ghazal…,
A Ghazal of farewell for the King of Malayalam Ghazal:
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