Sunday Feature By Rajorshi Patranabis

Sunday Feature By Rajorshi Patranabis

Two Ghazals

Obtuse spells of storm and gale Kafir still has a story to tell. Construed circumvents Broken dreams Limps vie to fly and sail Kafir still has a story to tell. Alarmed times Tangents tangle Blood rivets slim and frail Kafir still has a story to tell. Sprinkled spring Tersed heart Dreams dream in misty veil Kafir still has a story to tell. Silent dreams bleed Coffin celebrates its last nail Kafir still has a story to tell. Red Autumnal dew sparkles blade How do I colour my love in red? Purple purpose your needless grin Orange savours your lip Blacks name your deep shade How do I color my love in red? Clinging studs bloom my pot Abstract nods bleed my soul Eyes close dark in bed How do I colour my love in red? Kafir toils to weigh my heart Every drop that spews your blood Diamond studded green in jade How do I colour my love in red? Winter chills frost me dead How do I colour my love in red?