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?