Leaves

 (Photo by Aashish Vaidya)

 

Leaves

Gleeful with vibrant chroma, look at the gall of the leaves
Bereft of the branches, on the ground, a shawl of the leaves.

Fluttering in the cold autumn breeze, hanging precariously
Are these conversations or the last brawl of the leaves?

Leaf senescence and the appreciation of imperfect beauty:
the wabi-sabi viewpoint enacted – the real windfall of the leaves.

With water from the ground, gases from the air, sun kissed, we
nourished you, O tree, now at your base, we, a haul of the leaves.

The doctrine of existence produces a ‘Mirage’ of permanence.
Neither dread nor wonder last forever at the fall of the leaves.

In Review

Day 27 NaPoWriMo 2020

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In Review

The twinkle in those eyes drive me insane, I conclude in review
Between dream and wakefulness, in my bed, I’m glued in review.

A historic question: can forty-three be topped in ineptitude and malice?
Along comes forty-five, surpassing with his turpitude. In review.

Uncertainty is usually beyond control, it’s about unknown unknowns.
Beware of those who do nothing but speak in certitude, in review.

A virus going pandemic may seem like an isolated event, but
plantery interconnectedness makes it a prelude in review.

What could be done differently, what could be said differently,
in silence I do the math, in my head I brood in review.

The flame ignited, burns bright, even as a gust of wind makes it
flicker from time to time. Is this one of those moods in review?

Those who serve on the front line, whether they think it is their jobs,
their duty, their choice, deserve a great deal of gratitude in review.

Your promises are a ‘Mirage’ that play with my emotions
This time is different, I thought, yet you elude in review.

Notes: Day 27 of NaPoWriMo 2020. The prompt for today is:

“…challenge you to write a poem in the form of a review. But not a review of a book or a movie of a restaurant. Instead, I challenge you to write a poetic review of something that isn’t normally reviewed. For example, your mother-in-law, the moon, or the year 2020 (I think many of us have some thoughts on that one!)”

Not entirely on-prompt, as I did not pick a single subject, which usually hard to do when writing a ghazal.  But I did incorporate review as a refrain (radif) weaving into a ghazal and ruminating about many things.  Wrote this in bits and pieces, and unfortunately, without much of a review. So hopefully it is coherent!