Friday, September 25, 2015

'This hubub, this razzmatazz'--By Sunil Uniyal--India

'This hubub, this razzmatazz' (A Ghazal) ~

This hubub, this razzmatazz, this worldly chime,
Is nothing but a ripple in the sea of Time.

We have no inkling of what lies ahead,
We are deep in the Present with mud and slime.

Your audience was denied, Your door was shut,
Was my late-coming to You a sin or crime?

He who has become a slave to own desires,
Why won't he sell his soul for a dime?

You say that Uni's ghazal is going musical,
Do you know of his struggle to make it rhyme?

Sunil Uniyal ( born 1953-) is a poet and translator based in New Delhi, India. He has been writing haiku and poems for over thirty years and many of these have appeared in e-journals like Muse India, Kritya, AHA Poetry, Poetica Magazine, Sketch Book, Notes From the Gean, A Hundred Gourds and Haiku Dreaming Australia. His work in translation includes, The Target is Behind the Sky -Fifty Poems of Kabir, brought out by the Low Price Publications, Delhi in February 2012.


  1. Tragic and sad like a Greek drama, indeed true and beautiful words you have written, Sunil.

    1. Thank you Friend for your kind and encouraging words. Wishing you all the best.

  2. Sunil, thank you for sharing your talent and well written poem that describes for me the struggle we all have sometimes, not only in trying to write a poem but to make sense of life itself.

    1. Thank you Charlene for appreciating the poem. Yes, life indeed remains a struggle and we are constantly trying to smoothen it and at times, 'to make it rhyme' as it were.
      All the best.