Chess

Chess

The game of strategy 

I play for love! 

My name once meant 

a squire to the knight

Greatest jouster I am

master swordsman too

Once knight legendary

of round table, now of

square of squares

I may be weaker than

the bishop, perhaps

I may neither penetrate 

fortress of a castle;

Beware my king!

Protect your queen!

for I gallop at two and a half

to swiftly snatch your mate

in your final check

The game of strategy

I play for love!

                 charu

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Vis-a-Vis

Vis-a-Vis

Blue Rose

Blue Rose

as alluring

as is mythical

neither grants

wishes

nor ushers 

love and youth

unattainable

If of comfort,

here is to all

its charming 

blue splendor!

charu

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Blue Rose

Again

Charming on its own
So it serves the life,
Neither adulations want,
Nor admirations prefer –

But if the nightingale
Doth it makes sing in love,
It then vanishes on its own,

Leaving fragrance
And in memory to live,
To bloom blue and red
Again in the spring.

-to the Blue Rose of Charu

Sadiqullah Khan
Lahore
June 17, 2016.

Blue Rose of Charu @ http://charugandhi.blogspot.com

Marigold

Lonely 

flower 

of gold 

waiting 

on a bench

to be picked 

by Mary

so it be named

Marigold!

Marigold

From the Bench

Whilst doth from paradise any one speak,
Still palms, magnolia and old bark trees,
Rich green lawn netted with sport line,
Erstwhile bench, -alas I did not speak much,
From thence, but I lived poetry musical –
Chanted to nature, love’s bud lips kissed.
And to the dark future we our worries sent,
For now the perfection is heavenly stream –
And now the irretrievable moments pass by,
We enough savored the damp night's dew,
As pale moon on our souls watched above
And the smiling dawn its silver doth spread.

-From the Bench

Sadiqullah Khan
Lahore
June 19, 2016.

Art: Marigold by Charu Gandhi @ http://charugandhi.blogspot.com

Speechless

Speechless 

Answer me!

Oh, poet laureate

of my heart’s domain!

Return!

Return from where

no one ever did

nor ever does,

I do but insist.

The beloved mate

you sought without

was within to find 

one with your soul

you never looked;

so you lament.

Why did you not?

She stood by you 

in your despairs 

in your hopes of love;

never you did in hers;

so you lament. 

Why did you not?

Childhood playmate

infused joy,

unalloyed

in fun and games;

made your time possible 

to while carefree away 

She secretly threaded 

notes in earnest

your songs of happy

oh, your songs of sad;

never you but sang her song;

so you lament.

Why did you not?

You poesed of regrets many

not though of apology any

to your beloved, 

to your friend, 

to your soulmate.

Why did you not, 
why, indeed, did you not?

Answer me!

charu
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Grand....

cases of stairs adorn the houses a la Twelve Oaks of wealthy Wilkes in Gone with the Wind, the palaces a la Buckingham Palace of royal Windsors of the United Kingdom, the lobbies a la

Chicago Theater of Chicago. They are the exclusive steps for rich and famous on ocean liners, a la Titanic. 

They radiate romance, affluence, refinement and beauty of special kind. 

Real or fictional they, most certainly are the objects of envy.

Grand Stair Case-Leela

Windows...

...somewhere in Chennai 

Windows

Nautilus

Nautilus

Chaos and Order

Chaos and Order

Chaos

Unformed mass 

yawning gaping

light and dark

alternately 

streaming 

order of sorts

in green soup

as if primordial

waiting for a bolt

of lightening

charu

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