Ghazal for Brevity
A mantra sets in with just one word.
A dream can end with just one word.
A human’s lifetime of asking questions
—why?—will begin with just one word.
Tributes
Metropolis with Ghazal
Come walk with me through the bones of this bustling city.
Time hedges its bets in the spit-spatter of this hustling city.
On the streets, fragrance is rampant. Catharsis of us, strained
through the finely-woven forgetfulness of this muslin city.
Ghazal at the End
It’s a hint toward conclusion: All will be okay today.
The newsman assured “at the end of the day.”
Eastern, Greenwich Mean, Lord Howe, AoE
“Anywhere on Earth”—all depends on the day.
This Too Shall Pass
The flame that burns so bright, this too shall pass
However strong the light, this too shall pass
You heap the wood upon the open fire
And set the world alight, this too shall pass
At the End
How can one ever begin at the end? —Death is regeneration at the end Waiz lives piety, prays five times