This Monsoon: A Ghazal
By Manash Bhattacharjee
“Ink does not stay on paper in this monsoon”
~ Srajana Kaikini, Postcard 3
Ink does not stay on paper in this monsoon
Such fire escapes the heart in this monsoon
As it rains, someone ponders the fate of love
Is there a lonelier occupation in this monsoon?
The Parliament session is just about to begin
It will drown people’s hopes in this monsoon
Beggars, all wet, struggle against more hardships
This way they will go hungrier in this monsoon
Dogs, bewildered, take shelter among the trees
They lose all sense of territory in this monsoon
Auto rickshaw driver curses the incessant rain
Then breaks into an old song in this monsoon
People are not abusing each other in the streets
Their venoms get some respite in this monsoon
A man is sent to the gallows without substance
The law can’t wash off its sins in this monsoon
The lovers strip themselves in amorous hurry
To drench like the wild earth in this monsoon
Friend: “Manash, let us have a drink together?”
I: “Yes, it’s a fertile suggestion in this monsoon”
Author:
Manash Bhattacharjee is a poet, writer, translator and political science scholar from Jawaharlal Nehru University. His poems have appeared in The London Magazine, New Welsh Review, The Fortnightly Review, Elohi Gadugi Journal, The Postcolonialist, George Szirtes’ Blog, Warscapes, First Proof: The Penguin Books of New Writing from India (Volume 5), The Missing Slate, The Little Magazine, and Coldnoon. His first collection of poetry, Ghalib’s Tomb and Other Poems (2013), was published by The London Magazine. He is currently Adjunct Professor in the School of Culture and Creative Expressions at Ambedkar University, New Delhi.
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72 Responses to “This Monsoon: A Ghazal”
Nice..
you write beautifully in this monsoon, 🙂
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locking nice
You really are an inspirational writer sir..so realistic and natural.. this ghazal on monsoon.. 🙂
Transcendental, a parallel to mans inner storms
Did you realize how astonishing is your poetry? Looks like you’ll have a great writing career
Achingly beautiful !
This poem is beautiful, relaxing and such an inspiration. I love to write poems as well every since I was ten. When I read others writing, it makes me feel like i’m around family because I love to surround myself with poems, songs, scripts and stories. I know that doesn’t make sense, but that’s how I feel. Your poem have such a natural flow to it and I love it.
Priceless experience reading this on a cloudy morning.
i particularly liked the fertile suggestion in this monsoon
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All are true 🙂
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Dogs losing sense of territory and so the humans! great one!
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A very good poem. Manash has perfectly captured the feel of sluggish yet lively feel of monsoon in India.
Awesomeness oozing in this poem…
It is a beautiful satire on each one of us; from the common man to the mighty politician, from the poor to the rich, from the animals to the humans. The poet is very clever I must say 👏👌
This is simply beautiful. I envy your poetry skills 🙂
Beautiful
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Beautiful! And that picture of Delhi, amazing.
In the disguise of monsoon a lot of day to day scenarios are mentioned so beautifully.
Wonderful and so true description of the rainy season. Perfect in every sense. Can’t get better!!!
One gets the goosebumps while reading this, feels so real.
Beautiful. I appreciate the detail of what everyone is and is not doing and how it affects their impulses. Thank you for sharing.
Pretty
the world need more poetry like this. absolutely beautiful
Away from land, who’s each season had a different mood, in who’s vice and virtues, this heart learnt to survive and learnt to dream, this poem truly connects to every chord, every beauty that one misses and longs to experience all over again.
Nicely written. I am assume the loneliest profession during this monsoon is referring to a writer? And you are that writer right?
A very good poem. Manash has perfectly captured the feel of sluggish yet lively feel of monsoon in India.
You painted such a beautiful picture here with your words!
Beautiful! 🙂
Beautiful poem!
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Nice…..😊
Such beautiful words…feeling monsoon in this month 🙂
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So beautiful 🙂
ouwww it must be very cold…..there. nice sad picture ….
Well done, this was lovely to read. Relaxing and took me to another place. Thank you
From high to low, from concealment to revelation
How intricately you depicted this bipolar monsoon.
🙂
Beautifully written and please write more like this in the future also, Its nice to read such pleasant poems with such creativity.
Nicely done
Lovely poem! I really like reading poem.
Nice sir
Great poem! Glad to stumble upon your blog. Fall is almost here, and we need good wine and food to stay warm. As well as more poetry.
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Very pretty and I can feel the mood!
I definitely miss visiting the country especially Delhi. Was there May 2014 when it was peak summer.
Very hot weather but their people makes things great.