Thursday, January 21

a ghazal

I search for my childhood skies nowadays, your skies
are stark, lonely; give me the starry nights of childhood

The trees have blurred, mountains are beaten everyday
Rivers shrink here; I miss the lovely sights of childhood

My many maneuvers, I navigate through the layers
To the adult mutinies, I prefer the little fights of childhood

My homespun happiness traded for a locked door, foil
packed dinner, give me the warm delights of childhood

Shuchika is molded in your city’s cast, on its wheels I pirouette,
To be myself, whole, let me go through the rites of childhood

1 comment:

shikha said...