For GP

Remember that night or was it early morn;
Remember how late it was, fourteen years ago?

The North Star hidden, it was too near dawn;
How hard to recreate  it was, fourteen years ago?

Twenty ninth of April, nineteen ninety nine,
What a random date that was, fourteen years ago.

Not chosen by pundits, consecrated by wine,
Stars in love with fate it was, fourteen years ago.

My distant country, my alien name,
What an odd choice of mate I was, fourteen years ago.

You had no money, no job, no prospect of fame,
I saw only how fortunate I was, fourteen years ago.

I don’t feel very different but gawds how thin I was!
Was it youth or the salads I ate?  (it was fourteen years ago!)

Not our quiet church wedding – but colour without pause;
A celebration consummate it was, fourteen years ago.

There were no other homes here, no weddings took place
We never thought  how desolate it was, fourteen years ago.

We never thought of nations, nor religions nor race,
Only how appropriate it was, fourteen years ago.

For me, who argued every step, Who could never stop thinking things through,
What a declaration, an end to debate it was, fourteen years ago.

Now eternity shines in the girls, in afternoons, in words, in you;
Infinity through an open gate it was, fourteen years ago.

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9 thoughts on “For GP

  1. Sharat Chandra

    Lovely!!. Incidentally, the most beautiful things (and experiences) in life are not those that are “thoroughly thought through ” by our (superior to all other species ‘) minds, but we are directed to them by our hearts

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    1. I suppose you are right about the heart/mind thing. It takes experience to teach us that, maybe. Glad you liked it – It was my first attempt at a ghazal, and I remembered it after reading Ananya’s fabulous ghazal the other day. This one is 4 or 5 years old, i think.

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