Be grateful to infidelity

35.1  Be grateful to infidelity, which impels us to love

         Yet remain aloof and unattached, for our own good

35.2  Superficial and ephemeral, are the joys and sorrows

         See for yourself, surfaces scratched, for our own good

35.3   Everyone’s joy includes, inner pain unfathomable

          Keep your sores n wounds  patched, for our own good

35.4   Celebrations, felicitations and fun are good

           But don’t you ever remain attached, for our own good

35.5    In the matter of love, why keep focus on the other

            Focus just on moments snatched, for our own good

35.6     If you love someone, it’s merely your own projection

           ‘Reality n projection’ are not matched, for our own good

35.7      Mitwa has lived his life this way, in the world yet aloof

             Why keep his model  thatched,  for our own good

Your finding another Love

34.1   It's good to hear, you have found another love
          Does not interfere with the moments we spent together

34.2   Let's take turns, in hurling accusations at the other
          Who will ever listen, if we keep giving vent together

34.3   All the favours, you showered, are fresh in memory
          Snuggle warmth, heavy breathing we pent together

34.4   When nothing is constant but change, why not accept
          Let's find our consorts elsewhere, n not lament together

34.5   You are as independent, as I have ever wanted to be
          So, you keep your version and I mine, let's dissent together

34.6    Joy is ripped apart, in the mad race of daily routine
           At least 'Mitwa', avail the moments,we are present together

........Mitwa Vishwa 22-06-2017

Festivities of Life are to go on eternally

33.1     Festivities of Life are here to go on eternally

            New Faces keep emerging, what if some go away

33.2    Regret not the deserters, value the Cherries still with you

           Keep  Lilies with you, let bloating balloons blow away

33.3    We only  know, how to wash and bathe the dainties

            We retain the babe, and the tub water, we throw away

33.4     Wherever we are,  there is all the fun, all the joy

             Neither thrill is missing, nor is the disco away

33.5      Sulk not, if these days are rather dark and cloudy

             New Light will emerge, ‘Mitwa’ will show a way

Ghazal-32 in Pic

Have a heart, look straight in the eyes of defeat

32.1       Let Conditions of life be, what they have ever been

              I have always chosen to Smile,  and not complain

32.2       Happy times, I share with the people around me

              Un-pleasantries, I prefer to Compile, and not complain

32.3       I Have never remembered God, in my difficulties

              Verily, I prefer to be Gentile, and not complain

32.4       Sorrows and failures,  pierce my being scarcely

              I can withstand sensations Tactile, and not complain

32.5       I only can know,  the joy of journeying upwards

              I enjoy taking situations Hostile, and not complain

32.6       Have a heart, look straight in the eyes of defeat

              Buddy, use it as a Projectile, and not complain

32.7       Even if, it be a matter of Life and Death, still

              Why on principles Reconcile, and not complain

32.8       Wait patiently, if you care for the Wine of Love

              Be like ‘Mitwa’ an Oenophile, and not complain

………..Mitwa Vishwa (June 12th,2017)

I am stranger to myself

31.1       Images that emerge within are so unfamiliar
              It seems, as if, I am stranger to myself

31.2       My attempt to recast myself is filled with fear
              I may turn out to be an avenger to myself

31.3      I know, my deeds aren't praiseworthy or remarkable
             Can't paint them rosy, even if, I be the auditor to myself

31.4      I have put myself on stake, in the game of  Love
             Achievers do it, I'm no foolish gambler to myself

31.5      When I love Him, how can I love my own self
              Why get dubbed as an adulterer to myself

31.6      I am towing, 'Naught yourself to find the Beloved'
             Losing own identity is the new adventure to myself

31.7     Despite all sermons heard, 'Mitwa' is foolish as ever
            To become wise, what potion to administer to myself

Mitwa Vishwa
31-05-2017

Accomplishment of leisure cannot be shared

30.1   How often are we, with ourselves alone

          Accomplishment of  leisure cannot be shared

30.2   Why am I at ease, in her presence

          The joy and pleasure  cannot be shared

30.3   Why narrate tale of  your  woes to anyone

          Verily, such a treasure cannot be shared 

30.4   How to fathom, somebody’s concerns and love

          Yardstick and measure cannot be shared

30.5   Foolish ‘Mitwa’ remains upset over nothing

          Extent of his displeasure cannot be shared

29-05-2017

Mitwa Vishwa

I know nothing at all, I have come to know

29.1   I know nothing at all, this I have come to know

          For this wisdom  also, invested my whole life 

29.2   To achieve the ultimate, kept scaling the wilderness

          Aspiration  kept emotions arrested, my whole life 

29.3   Learning kept apace, notwithstanding constant failures

          Searching  quest  never  rested, my whole life 

29.4   Many a lures enticed  provocatively, to deny me my  goal

          Bore intensively while cravings protested, my whole life 

29.5 Could not  fathom Truth, underneath  the  turbulent mind

        Despite percolated knowledge ingested, my whole life 

29.6  At last ‘Mitwa’  I am where,  I  ever wanted to be

         Why  count the hurricanes  I  breasted, my whole life 

(28-05-2017)
Mitwa Vishwa

Life enjoyed at my own terms, with the cards at my disposal

1   28.1   Happy  am I with my own self, and the world around me

Life enjoyed at my own terms, with the cards at my disposal

2   28.2   Turn of events kept me ever  gailing and  rocking heartily

          Never  cared to avail  the facility of  hards  at my disposal

28.3       Indulged in the sins merrily, without a trace of remorse

           Otherwise what use was, of the backyards at my disposal

28.4     Fought on my own, where I could, bitterest enemies mine

          Never counted my strength with the guards at my disposal

28.5     Let everyone around me chase riches, comforts and pleasures

          Was always content and at ease with the yards at my disposal

28.6      What made me accept Life in all its hues and colours,  I think

           Difficulties and obstacles were the  flashcards at my disposal

7   28.7    My pathos, my failures, my tears and my disappointments

I have consigned them all to the junkyards at my disposal

28.8    I have absolved ‘Mitwa’ of all his deeds, good and bad

   Wish could avail services of blowhards, at my disposal

-----Mitwa Vishwa : 23^rd April, 2017

Don't merely ride the wish-horses, Toil! Toil! Toil!

26.1    Don't merely ride the wish-horses, Toil! Toil! Toil! 
           Make your own fate get slanted, if you so will it

26.2    Toil hard to achieve something unique, so that
           On Earth's surface, it is flaunted, if you so will it

26.3    Misfortunes are designed to test one's metal 
           You can remain undaunted, if you so will it

26.4     Sow joy where pain be, laughter in deserted hearts
            This is how agony gets supplanted, if you so will it

26.5    When it's your habit to smile at your adversaries

            Surely, you are nowhere unwanted, if you so will it

26.6    As your heart resonates with other's pain and agony

           In your presence none is tormented, if you so will it

26.7    May God Will it, people lose Mitwa's track altogether

           But your such a wish, be not granted, if you so will it

Keep some concern with me, don't just go away

27.1    Keep some concern with me, don't just go away
           Be my rival, if you can't be a chum to me

27.2    Unlike the yester-seasons, Janam[1], this Spring
           May it so happen that you come to me
           [1] Mitwa addresses his beloved so


27.3    My melancholy even the Nature can not endure
           Not without reason, sweet butterflies hum to me

27.4    Those were the days,  you were by my side, but now
           What happened, why your emotions are numb to me

27.5     Not all are treated equally, even Fate discriminates
            Happy times flirt with the world, but are rum[2] to me
            [2]  strange, peculiar, unusual

27.6     If you are my friend, be vibrant, be passionate
            Fondle me joyfully, don't just succumb to me 

27.7     In all seasons, my friend, you can count on Mitwa
            When none else is around, you can thumb to me

Purposelessly, life kept drifting from moment to moment

25.1  Purposelessly, life kept drifting from moment to moment
        And abruptly the narration of tale got finished this way

25.2  Journeying constantly kept changing its course  
         And the search, en route, got extinguished this way

25.3  I ever kept trying to forget you, go away
         The craving for you got nourished this way

25.4  In getting defeated from you, I always won
         And the victory itself got vanquished this way

25.5  Your name never came on lips, but eyes revealed
         My secret well-guarded,  got published this way

25.6  Saga of my failure, they say is copy paste
         My claim of originality got tarnished this way

25.7  For all your offences, poor Mitwa was blamed
         Strange, but it's true, he got punished this way

(16th March,2017)
       

Spur of the moment dumped me, long relation availed not

24.1   Spur of the moment dumped me, long relation availed not

          A sudden jolt,  paved my  path of  being at large, thereafter

24.2    Her going away from me,  took time to sink in me

           Was dejected awhile, emotions did not barge, thereafter

24.3    So abruptly  she left the assembly, without turning back

           Eyes did moisten, but there was no discharge, thereafter

24.4   Couldn’t rise to the occasion, when it was time to act

          Life tormented, feeblemindedness was the Charge, thereafter

24.5   Without being accommodated, Mitwa left for nowhere

          It was to what avail, if her heart did enlarge, thereafter

(March 14^th,2017)

At times, I am a new person, to my own self

23.1    At times, I am a new person, to my own self

           I wonder, how many of me, reside within me

23.2   The messages I send, are well received, I know

           Prompt  is the response, concealed remains addressee

23.3    Be it your pastime to throw challenges after challenges

           O’ God, if this were your wish, why  am I not so gutsy

23.4    Whatever I am, I am not because of myself, I know

            Somebody holds my hand, alongside my way, I agree

23.5      Care and caress I receive from  Him, I only can know

              He may be hidden from view, but is not an absentee

23.6       Locked remains ‘Mitwa’ in his own bewilderness

              When will his illusions clear, when he gets the key

( A Half-Ghazal  Penned on 05-09-2013)

Keep at least showing up, if you don't meet me

22.1     You lit up my forsaken being, last evening
             Keep at least showing up, if you don't meet me  

22.2      Be in my presence, would be sufficient for me
             No, never will I mind, if you don't greet  me  

22.3      Let there be a fair contest, in the game of wits
             I will do the needful, if you don't beat me  

22.4      My frailties, I know, do not merit forgiveness
             Yet,  would be grateful, if you don't delete me  

22.5      Pangs of love are getting unbearable 'Mitwa'
             Leave me altogether, if you don't complete me  

(March 13th, 2017

I am the seeker, I the sought, I guide my own self

21.1   I am the seeker, I the sought, I guide my own self
          When Light flashes within, no use to look for Preachers

21.2   Others do watch us more keenly, than we can ourselves
          This is why, to purify within myself,  I look for accusers

21.3    Heart's cravings are satiated, with one earnest listener
           When I am content with you alone, why look for others

21.4    Yes. I'm content within and without, by my own self
           Indeed. there's no craving left, to look for admirers

21.5    Strange are the ways of introspection, may I testify
           Questions themselves dissolve, when we look for answers 

21.6    I search my own faults. I also welcome accusations  
           I am my worst critic, yet I also look for abusers

21.7     What deficiency  you find in poor Mitwa's heart
             Tell me, what prompts you to look for Others'

(13th March,2017)

[Note: please appreciate, the nature of linguistic idiom and usage urged me to reverse the sequence of  Kaafia and the Radeef. In traditional Ghazals written in Persian and Urdu, Kaafia comes first, followed by the Radeef. I have attempted to reverse the sequence in order to flow smoothly in English language] 

I am the wine, I the bartender, peep into my eyes

20.1      Whole of my  being, I am  ready to put at stake

              You know not, how much I adore you, my love

20.2       You are hiding yourself, won’t be without purpose

              There is no need why, I should explore you, my love

20.3        Many besides you, invite my attention, but then

               This is no reason why, I would ignore you, my love

20.3        Saga of love can still  go on and on, forever

               If you forgive, what happened before you, my love

20.4        My frailties overpower me, at times, you know

               Don’t you ever think, I abhor you, my love

20.5        I am the wine, I the bartender, peep into my eyes

               Finest  one distilled ever, may  I pour  you, my love

20.6        Listen to his wails, explanations n pleadings

               'Mitwa' knows, no better way, to implore you, my love

  ........ Mitwa Vishwa (04-09-2013)

Alpha-n-Omega of life, are one’s own self

19.1     Alpha-n-Omega of life, are one’s own self

            Gaze keeps wandering in search, to what avail?

19.2      It’s fine, one cannot read other’s  mind, beware

             Ignorance  shields the painful, hidden behind the veil

19.3      Anecdote  of life, speaks only to the self, listen

             This way only gets revealed, the life’s trail

19.4      Spectacle of beauty dances within, peep inside

             However earnest  the search elsewhere, quest must fail

19.5      Waste not your effort in preserving pleasantries,  Mitwa

             Tears flow when happy, this way also ends the tale

..........By Mitwa Vishwa

Why shouldn’t you welcome the misfortunes, you get

18.1   Why shouldn’t you welcome the misfortunes, you get

           Many are propelled and driven, so would you be

18.2     Play not with love-pangs, so impatiently

            See, I’m already striven, so would you be

18.3    Needle not the engraved sorrows of mind

           I’m so intensely riven, so would you be

18.4    Our deeds merited the treatment, meted out

           Here-now I am being given, so would you be

18.5    Rise ‘Mitwa’,  go round and see all over

           If you find any forgiven, so would you be

.........By Mitwa Vishwa

Fill my cup, provide me some more

     17.1     Platform of life celebrates the on-going saga
                 Put on your shoes, invites the dancing floor

      17.2    Locked am I, in my own cage, bewildered
                 Provide me the key, show me the door

       

      17.3    In turbulent waters, my oars support me not

                 Time to encash your promise, distant is the shore

      17.4    Cup remains insatiate, bounties abound  avail not  
                 Which lure remains yet, kept for me in store

      17.5    Play with the body, and be done with it
                 Preach not O Father, so says the whore

       17.6   Your coming, I await, without phone, SMS or promise
                 May be bizarre for you, it’s my love hard-core

       17.7    There is time still for the dawn, O Mitwa
                  Fill my cup, provide me some more

                                              ......by Mitwa Vishwa  

Let’s live this moment, to make life complete again

16.1  Traveler  you are, and  wanderer  I am
          May it so happen, that we meet again

16.2  Pains and hurts caused  are fresh in my mind, yet
         Come, stay with me, if only to cheat again

16.3  Yes, in this ephemeral world, love is the only constant
         Come, drench me, before you are light on feet again

16.4  You know as I do,  that a moment becomes eternity
         Let’s  live this moment, to make life complete again

16.5  Wake up O’ ‘Mitwa’, abandoning your indolence
         Avail,  for this opportunity may not tweet again

(by Mitwa Vishwa)

In the evening of coupling, remind me not of my condition

15.1 In the evening of coupling, 
                                     remind me not of my condition
        Allow me to escape for a while, 
                                           from my own self, my dear

15.2 I was looking for some comfort,
                                        in your union, nothing more
        Loads of woes, I will carry back, 
                                    merely put it on shelf, my dear

15.3 There should be some comfort
                                        for Mitwa, even if shortlived
        If there is none else, let it be 
                                          mischievous Elf [1], my dear

[1] Elf:    mischievous fairy

(03-03-2017)  (by Mitwa Vishwa)

Worries of beloved are not my sole concern

14.1  Worries of beloved are not my sole concern
          For,  I have to worry for morrow, as well

14.2   Nature's fury is notoriously destructive
          I need protection against its blow, as well

14.3  It's not for nothing, I am enchanted by her
         Infectious is her chirping, and her glow, as well

14.4   Spent life in mundane pursuits, when I die
          Tell me, shall I carry my cargo, as well

14.5    Yes, madman's creation carries no conviction
           Packaging is unimpressive n contents hollow, as well

14.6    When you find time, my friend, do listen
           To Mitwa's mesmerizing words n the echo, as well

(03-03-2017)       (by Mitwa Vishwa)

Go ahead with your next love, O my dear

  13.1  Go ahead with your next love, O my dear
           Chapter of our relationship, I will close, somehow

  13.2   I am overwhelmed by my present condition
            Yet, I could manage a smiling pose, somehow

   13.3  Pathos aplenty got replenished time n again
           Shattered heart could manage the overdose, somehow

   13.4  Is it for nothing, the two are always together 
            Take care of the thorns n preserve the rose, somehow

   13.5 Don't make promises, which you can't keep
           Mitwa will manage his sorrows, somehow

(03-03-2017) (by Mitwa Vishwa)

Dooms day, I have heard of

Dooms day, I have heard of 

12.1 Dooms day, I have heard of 

        Why am I restless, whole night

12.2  Moments of coupling were spent

         In discussion tasteless, whole night

12.3  Nudity must be daintily presented

         Tolerated overtures shameless, whole night

12.4  Illusion within illusion tormented

         Dreams floated aimless, whole night

12.5 I say, 'Mitwa' has gone mad
        Witnessed his madness, whole night

(02-03-2017)    (By Mitwa Vishwa)

Winked a beautiful face with flickering smile last night

Winked a beautiful face with flickering smile last night


11.1 Winked a beautiful face with flickering smile last night
        My heart kept throbbing with love's alpha[1], last night

11.2 Wandering of the heart kept me disturbed whole night
         Twisting, tossing and turning required a SPA, last night

11.3  Childhood memories of tender caring of wrinkled hands
         Tears rolled on, kept on remembering grandma, last night

11.4  A wailing Shriek pierced through the entire atmosphere
         Ears kept ringing with silent brouhaha[2], last night

11.5 Cauldron  of  loneliness does not spare any soul
        Long forgotten memories inflamed Mitwa, last night

[1]   Alpha =  First letter of  Greek alphabet; beginning]; love's alpha = beginning of  love
[2]   brouhaha =  a noisy and overexcited reaction or response to something.

(02-03-2017)     (By Mitwa Vishwa)

You're by my side, no need of wine, for sure

You're by my side, no need of wine, for sure

10.1 Season of love  has come showering flowers  
        You're by my side, no need of wine, for sure

10.2  These dripping ringlets on your bare shoulders
         Oozing drops are sweeter than wine, for sure

10.3  Keep allowing me to drink through your eyes
         I won't ever need any other wine, for sure

10.4  If it be possible to reach God through harem
         Path via your doorstep would be mine, for sure

10.5  Your caressing has healed my agonizing wounds
         Whose mercy could be more benign, for sure

10.6   Just remembered, it was your memory, nothing else
          What more could be needed to combine, for sure

10.7     Volcano of desires may erupt any moment
           Keep Mitwa's passions in confine, for sure

(02-03-2017)       (By Mitwa Vishwa)

Before our discord waxes hot, let us make truce

Before our discord waxes hot, let us make truce

9.1    Before our discord waxes hot, let us make truce
         Neither you nor I know, where the moment will take

9.2    Longing awaits as ever, in anticipation, keep vigil
         Whence the relationship begins, how it will break

9.3    Divinity springs from within, when the Grace descends
         Neither there are any pretensions, nor I will fake

9.4    Turbulence of mind keeps me in disquiet, otherwise
          I slumber inebriated in wine of lust, who will wake

9.5    Keep your sufferings to yourself Mitwa, don't reveal
         Neither heavens will tremble, nor the earth will shake

(Another half-Ghazal: with Kafia and without Radeef)

(By Mitwa Vishwa)

Limitless am I, yet remained ever confined

Limitless am I, yet remained ever confined

8.1    Limitless am I, yet remained ever confined
         Alas! I could understand the trappings of mind

8.2    In broad day-light, I kept groping in dark
          How far can take, the vistas of blind

8.3    Heart throbs for two, call it not cheating
         Locking love in fidelity,  passion of unrefined

8.4    Understood patterns do reveal, but a fragment
         Who can fathom, the dimensions of un-designed

8.5     Don't know why, Mitwa keeps waiting for you
          There is no promise, nor any assurance of kind

(Mitwa calls this a Half-Ghazal, because Kaafia is there, but Radeef  is  missing. However, it has beauty of its own)

(By Mitwa Vishwa)