#ghazal

ज़िन्दगी का फलसफा भी कितना अजीब है शामें कटती नहीं और साल गुज़रते चले जा रहे है.

-पीयूष मिश्रा

Translation -

How strange is the philosophy of life, the evenings do not end and the years are passing by.

- Piyush Mishra

ecc-poetry:

A Myth for Mothers

The witch in her condo, devouring mother,
croons at her cauldron like a fouling mother.

Saraswati sings the spheres to their order,
gifts cradled in four arms. O flowering mother!

Brouhaha suitors clamor for her hand,
which unplucks the threads of her dowry, poor mother.

Men are often encountered in pieces. So Isis
reknit her husband’s bones. A towering mother.

You want to conquer? Try conquering the rain
and punish what feeds you, your showering mother.

Who gave me everything I have?
You bet your ass, my empowering mother.

-e.c.c