Two Ghazals in English by Suhit Bombaywala - Suhit Bombaywala

1 I drank the city and fell silent. As the stupor left me, I became a poet. A knife in bloom is a harmless evil. A blade of grass can maim a poet. Scrivener, take refuge in your wounds. Moon drinker: what else to name a poet? Keep in escrow the proceeds of sorrow. Who's not seduced by fame? A poet. Make the crystal shape itself, Suhit. Be water-pure as a gem, a poet. — 2 Your ex's selfie inflames your fantasies You think you're screwed, because it is so lovely So fiery a craving so unaware of itself You think it good because it is so lovely You see purple following the umpteenth drink For the flirting is crude, and yet so lovely You feel stupor is the climax and still, and still You stay awake as you should, because it is so lovely You've become a side actor in your life story Yet you dare not intrude, because it is so lovely Masks cover masks in the time of contagion You dare not be in the nude, because it is so lovely What perverse joy in denying pleasure, Suhit? You reject sainthood because it is so lovely * Image: Rafi Haque poet's photo: Priyesha Nair
Post Date: Wed, 14 Jun 2023 16:23:33 +0000
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