Mirza Ghalib often returns from the grave to tug at my heartstrings. Always at opportune moments. I’ve often discovered specific ghazals which seem to apply in their entirety to the situation I find myself in. Perhaps this is another illustration of the principal, “The more personal it is, the more … Read the rest “Hazaron khwaishen aisi”
I have stayed away from ghazals for a while now. But a jumble of recent events had me listening to “Ab ke hum bichde” by the unimitable Ahmed Faraaz. The poet knows how to pluck the right strings to trigger a silent sigh that grows into a thunderstorm of pent … Read the rest “Ab ke hum bichade”
Few things match the “Oh yes, yes! Exactly!” feeling you get when you come across a poem that describes exactly how you are feeling at a given moment. James Kavanaugh did it for me this time.
My sadness has no seasons,
It comes when the leaves
Surrender to the persistent … Read the rest “My sadness has no seasons”