This is something I wrote during college, around two months ago.
Sort of a poem, I guess. It's called, Today Comes Today
I've been reading about Indo Persian culture at the library, and some of their poetry. One of the most famous poetic styles of this culture, is the ghazal, with Mirza Ghalib being one of its pioneers and masters in Urdu. A ghazal is a poetic form, but with an unorthodox structure.
A ghazal is made of smaller sets of poetry, 2 lines each, called shers. Couplets, rather. Each line of the sher has the same number of syllables, in this case, 8 per line.
The form is something like,
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No man is an island they say,
But for one I set sail today.
Beaches and fruits and games to play,
I have got things to fail today.
She's got something she wants to say,
Time to look past her veil today?
"Let's rest, it's been rough all the way",
"Rest t makes a stale today".
To stare at the moon, oh so gray,
Just for a moment, not today.
To err is human, it's the way,
Day in and day out, till today.
Ask yourself, O Marcellus, have
You really done something today?
~
Sort of a poem, I guess. It's called, Today Comes Today
I've been reading about Indo Persian culture at the library, and some of their poetry. One of the most famous poetic styles of this culture, is the ghazal, with Mirza Ghalib being one of its pioneers and masters in Urdu. A ghazal is a poetic form, but with an unorthodox structure.
A ghazal is made of smaller sets of poetry, 2 lines each, called shers. Couplets, rather. Each line of the sher has the same number of syllables, in this case, 8 per line.
The form is something like,
A
A
B
A
C
A
D
A
And so on. I've not adhered to it strictly, almost everything ended up rhyming. I've not actually done this in a proper ghazal style, it's pretty rough, but I guess it's a start for later.
The last sher is supposed to be a rhetorical question the writer asks himself, referring to himself with a pen name. I don't have one, so I've used Marcellus here, which is in a way the Roman equivalent of my Sanskrit name.
~
No man is an island they say,
But for one I set sail today.
Beaches and fruits and games to play,
I have got things to fail today.
She's got something she wants to say,
Time to look past her veil today?
"Let's rest, it's been rough all the way",
"Rest t makes a stale today".
To stare at the moon, oh so gray,
Just for a moment, not today.
To err is human, it's the way,
Day in and day out, till today.
Ask yourself, O Marcellus, have
You really done something today?
~
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