Back to 2007 Ghazals
She was of divine race, not of men, in the fore part a lion,
The beast appeared to you in the form of voices,
They haunted your sleeping and waking, taunted
Your psychiatrist diagnosed it as repressed sexual guilt,
Your priest said the devil inhabited your soul,
But the heads of the beast said: no, listen to us, not them,
The beast grew stronger, larger as each day's pills
echoed through your brain. You covered your ears
a pebble standing against the flood. Gun, knife, mother, father,
The gentle curve of the beach along the Atlantic ocean,
Wild ponies browse on marsh grasses, wax myrtle,
Nearby fishermen kneel in the sand to dig mole crabs,
Pirate Bill Wilson, his mistress claimed, hid ten chests
Spanish galleons sunk offshore with treasure and crew,
Dead end roads of splintered macadam ripple over rolling dunes,
In summer the tourists pitch their umbrellas in the sand,
When they depart, the souls of those lost here wander the beaches,
As the colourful autumn comes to complying leaves
Don't fill your soul with sadness as they fall off the trees
As the night falls asleep in the lap of the autumn moon
Under the dark clouds of depression, grief, and sorrows
Capture the majestic beauty of autumn in your eyesight
As my voyage comes to an end, I have to leave the ship
One day, Darshan will also disappear and become dust
As I tasted the sweet wine of your fragrant eyes
Every fiber of my heart feels the waves of love
As you embraced to lift me out of my despair
Just for that dance in the rain of your fragrance
Whenever the memory of your love touches me
Let me inscribe your name upon my poor heart
Darshan found the sweet rapture of your charm
Hrant is an Armenian man's name thought to mean "spear."
Will I see and have you with me today?
Without your burning desire I cannot live another night
Love appeared long ago and it seems as if it has been with me forever
How many times will your make me submit to your will and desires?
Make me yours only — infinitely as long as you desire
I read "Chimera" in the context of recent uses of ancient mythology to provide stories for us moderns to use to unravel our psychic knots. This poem puts the story into the mix of psychiatry (including psychiatric medications) and Christian exorcism. One imagines that we all hear voices at various times. What to do with them? This poem brings Odysseus and the Sirens to mind as well — another set of distressing and dangerous voices. How can we listen without being shipwrecked?
This ghazal vividly evokes a place and its history.
Autumn is my favorite season; this ghazal expresses some of the reasons. Is "the lively spirit of dying leaves" too paradoxical? As the leaves detach from the trees, the wind whirls them around — a lively dance that ends on the earth. "Radiant Eyes" is one of the most traditional ghazals to appear on The Ghazal Page, from its form to its theme.
This ghazal is also very traditional in theme and, largely, in form. Desire may be, or seem, infinite, but the fact is that we have only "today" to realize our desire or experience its frustration. In contrast to "Radiant Eyes," "Hrant" conveys more the sense of desire still hoping, still anticipating its culmination. Loss and absence are persistent human experiences.