parvana chand

June 29, 2010

ish'q bhee tu, aashiq bhee tu
pyar bhee tu, pari bhee tu
mehfil bhee tu, mehv e shauq bhee tu
kyun na aaj dastaan tri
bayaaN karooN maiN




insouciant, imperial
with its craters and clouds
predestined to revolve
by our perception
ebb and flow of tides and times
rising or waning, half or full
viewed through thick windows
at 35000 feet
or shimmering through the kitchen window
viewed in the embrace of lovers by the river
or in inaudible sighs of torn anguish
or in the cascading beams through the branches
of thousand year baobab in selebi-phikwe
or splashing its magic over the mournful taj
the serene moon
its perception in our minds
and her love of mother (earth)
going round and round
never leaving the lover
and anchoring other lovers
morbid, magical, mysterious
parvana moon


love people who are in awe of words. words are the sole arbiter and the final survivor. desicritic editor, slave and slave-driver.
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