Sitting in a tizzy thinking how to write a ghazal
Writing till I’m dizzy when I really want to nuzzle
God in a couplet, frizzy hair and mostly naked
Trying to fit Mystery into words — a real tussle.
Cerebellum overactive, hyperactive with drink
Wine, poems and prayers intended to dazzle.
Random brain wandering of a lurching drunken one
Beloved, come drink with me — there’s plenty to guzzle
Come, shall we drink? Wine, words and worship?
Come, my dearest one — let’s get fuzzled!
Writing divine verses into a nutshell ghazal
Trying to fit Unspeakable through a tiny nozzle.
A pen is the nozzle reflecting mind’s play
Dripping with ironic ink from the Beloved’s muzzle.
Poems are obese woman in bikini far too small
Dressed for her comfort, indifferent to randy razzle.
Verse in form and God underdressed for the occasion
Words and Beloved — naked, exposed, frazzled.
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