Black Hole

In tribute to recently released NASA picture of what  Black Hole may look like. Several telescopes around the world focused on a distant Galaxy for years to be able to create this composite. 

I had written a verse in 2013 about Black Hole which I believe still holds true for most part. Astrophysics evolves every passing year so does our understanding of the  universe.

Below are the recently released picture with my imaginary rendering, done in 2013. As much as I love the real one, I find mine more 'romantic'.

Stars 

Plummet into them.

Black holes

Inexactly 

Worm holes

Voracious cosmic leviathans

Potent, indiscernible 

Palpable and critical; pursuing 

Unfamiliar laws of physics

Mothers and conduits to each galaxy 

Through which perhaps,

Lies a parallel universe

The behemoths' gravity 

Swallows galaxies plucking

Along time, space, light 

And matter atom by atom

Flinging, stretching,

Eventually disintegrating

Incinerating them all

Through a unique and dark 

Point of Singularity

Ultimately,

It matters not

If there is this or  

Parallel universe

On the either side

Of the Black Holes

             
         charu

        2013

Composite Picture Of A Black Hole-Courtesy Google Search

Black Hole-by charu gandhi

Incoherent Coherent

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Incoherent Coherent

Artist prodigies live not long, it is said.

Mozart died young, as did Van Gogh.

Subversive Picasso broke old streak.

He lived thrice as long.

He served up human anatomy

in parts, helter-skelter

on a platter of canvass.

Incoherent seemed coherent.

He fed on marrow of beauties 

young enough to be daughters plus grand

whose curves he sliced, diced, cubed and cornered

at the altar of his mistress, Art.

Women killed themselves

for their god, cupid Picasso.

Nothing mattered to him.

Nothing, if it was not his art. 

Had he and I ever met, 

that genius he is to me,

I would gladly give my years

to afford him longevity;

not for love but for him

to create and create some more

that art of his, I so adore.

If I had, would I see his art again?!

charu

05072018

Consoling-सांत्वना

During our recent trip back home, one of our dinner table conversations hurt a family member. Hurt was not about what was said/done but that it was said/done by one of the dear ones. I wrote this to console. In Hindi.....

सांत्वना 

सुनो! सुनो मेरे भाई।

जैसे को’ संत सांई 

साँच कहत चारूबाई।

जोही अपन कहलावत है

सोही हमका रुलावत है

जैसेही हमका हंसावत है।

बात नहीं कुछ नई

नाहीं दीखावत को' चतूराई

सुनो, हमरी कुछ सुनो मेरे भाई

आवे तो याद दिलावत है।

    ........ चारू

On Seeing "Dunkirk"

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dunkirk_evacuation

On Seeing “Dunkirk”

I have fought a battle or two of my own

What do I know of wars among nations!

I have skipped meals in life once or twice

What do I know of starving without rations!

I have bled often with cuts and scrapes

What do I know of limbs blown away!

I have been singed; by flames, by flying embers

What do I know of burning alive on high waters!

I have seen deaths, perhaps one or two 

What do I know of killings en-masse!

I have wheeled disabled a few

What do I know of dying carried on broken backs!

I have sacrificed a little for others in need

What do I know of losing a child while helping others!

I have shed tears on my losses

What do I know of mothers crying oceans!

I have sunk in despair

What do I know of shell-shock!

I have toyed with killing myself

What do I know of Seppuku!

Nothing.

I am blissed in unknowing.

May you be so too.

If not, 

Deferential, I stand before you

Charu 

07262017

Summer Spectacle

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Summer Spectacle

I stepped into a shack

counterfeit sunglasses 

displayed on its rack.

Keeper looked at me

A plea on his face 

To buy a pair, perhaps two.

He meekly followed me close 

Trying generic as I went

Returning as I tried.

What is it that you seek

Was etched on his sad little face.

A special one as in unusual

Was on mine.

He disappeared behind

A dirty old curtain 

Where he kept 

His couture best!

Emerged with silken pouches

Of frames; red, black and blue

Of round, square and oval;

Filtered and tinted lenses.

I gazed through 

One after another 

Mere to push them back.

He vanished once again

To bring cases with gold letters

Engraved on were designers names 

Kline, Dior, Versace, Ray-ban.

Tsk-tsked I; not them!

Dejected, he stared. 

Uniquely singular, I said.

Show me one pair

That through which

I can see future!

Distraught and dismayed

Without words he conveyed

That I understood.

If he such pair did own

Wouldn’t he have worn  

A genuine from a pseudo 

Buyer such as I to discern?

charu 

061717

Parlour

Parlour

Echelon

Echelon

Coveted, surely denied,

Residency within 

Inner sanctum 

Of inimitables

Invalidated,

I took refuge

Unto my circle 

Of inner me ’n myself 

Unlike Venn’s these

Sanctum and circle

Neither intersect

Nor they nestle.

Tiered yes, parallel

They will stand

 Tall and erect

Alone perhaps,

I am afforded

A sense of self

charu

112316

Ballerinas

Ballerinas

We are no

Isadora of

Duncan name

Nor Agnes of 

de Mille fame

Just the stems with buds

Of garden greens

We bob we sway

Head above the rest

We play mime 

In gentle breeze

We put on airs with

Third Arabesques

Or spins of Pirouette

We fancy to make 

The perfect cuts

To stage The Nutcracker 

Among our peerage

Of garden foliage

charu

090916

Grand Entry

Grand Entry

I need 

No sovereign

To curtsy

No suitors

To whirl waltz 

To the sounds of 

Blue Danube

None of diamonds

Pearls

Or sequins on

Stitched taffeta

To swirl

To twirl

Tresses with tiara

The neck of laces

Anon you will see me 

Descend curving steps

With soft smile 

Glint in eye

Quiet aplomb

For poise is 

Chosen adornment 

For my grand entry

charu

082016

Pyre

Pyre

A break to myself I need to give 

A reprieve from myself I need to take 

The rescue from my obsession thine 

Lies perennial in rest of mine

charu

06/22/16

Rishi

During recent visit from my family members........

Rishi
After Playtime

Rishi's Trust

Without parents by his side

And hesitation none in sight

He grabbed my finger fore

Saying take me to a park 

To swing and to slide

And to play seek and hide

Less than mere four in age

Tad more than three in height

He looked towering from ground up

To my melted puddle self

Which I so turned 

From his unambiguous trust

That coursed through my being

As he held my finger

With his gentle fervor

                 

                    charu

                   070416

Rishi's Confidence

Tiny tyke knows his cars

by mere sight. Smart!

On the way to playground

looking down at his steps

tete-a-tete he began

with himself.

I was neither privy

nor had brains to grasp

his Greek and Latin!

To distract, at birds

I pointed overhead

would you like to fly, I asked

yes, he replied.

I asked him to listen.

Did you hear a crow caw?

Yes, he says.

Can you recognize birds

by their calls; I wanted to teach.

Yes, I do; came reply, instead.

How do you know that?

I played curious

He stopped, furrowed his forehead

looked up at me

and replied condescendingly,

I know many things, Masi!

I found myself dumbfound!

                            

                            charu

                           070416

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

                 061816

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

061516

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

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
061216