Forever Sonnets (Poetry Blog)

               Time’s Exile  He walked as one whom weary Time denied, And held long converse with the breeze alone; Along a barren road in the hinterland at eventide, His shade seemed more faithful than his own. He planted fruit farms and arbors for a later age, But ruthless talons uprooted what he gave; He lit dim paths for many a wandering sage, Who passed him by, nor knew the life he saved. His visions broke open like tempestuous skies, Then vanished mute, leaving no mark behind; Southward moved he with his wearied thighs, As a ruined pilgrim, out of step with his mind. And often he mourned in the lowering air: “I spent my years, and oh met no harbor there.” ----Affaq N Affaq  #TimesExile #Sonnets #ForeverSonnets #PoetAffaq  #MysticPoetry #PoemHuhterAffaq 

From dust we rise, to dust our footsteps bend; At length we cut the cord and turn away. The soil remains our first and final end, From fields of truth to worlds of glaring gray. Feel me—freedom lives within the open field; And until we, like cold machine tools, grind and spin. The state may promise peace it cannot yield, And let the numbness of the screen creep in. Until the seat of soul is dead to pain, The glowing screen becomes a mere glass tool, And shadows on its surface seem like the rain, A passing cloud that slowly drifts from rule. The healing earth, the mountain, and the shade: Will man return to claim the peace He made? ----Affaq  #ForeverSonnets #PoetAffaq  #PoemHunterDotComAffaq  #MysticalPoeyry #SonnetByAffaq

O Heart, take care where do you choose to roam; These iron towers rise up in haughty pride. For this strange land is not your native home, Here wine and jeer swell the devil's tide. The gambler here has thrown his wits away; The thief assumes the merchant’s futile name. He calls deepest darkness the “holiday,” And wraps his lust within a lawful frame. While wolves in velvet rule with false pride, The weeping babe is mercilessly cast aside; One single sin assumes a thousand hues, And fraud is preached as daily gospel news. O Heart, preserve your small and inward spark; The world is false, but you remain an ark. #ForeverSonnts #PoetAffaq  #MysticPoetry #PoemHunter 

O, Mossy Fane              O, Mossy Fane Beside the brook that sang by Eden’s glade, Stood my small bower of meek and mossy wood; There first mine eyes, like weeping rose, displayed Their dawn in Savior’s smile, so purely good. The splendid sun on fair Varendra shone, While April’s birds in emerald branches played; And Mother’s voice, with sweet old visions drawn, Made holy even-song within the shade. The shallow winds came dancing through my room, Then fled, then came, like angels crowned with spring; And green-tressed flowers upon the river's bloom Did bend and hearken while the panes did sing O mossy fane, you are a lost Paradise to me, My bosom still weeps beside your sacred tree. ---Affaq N Affaq  #ForeverSonnets  #PoetAffaq  #AffaqPoemHunterDotCom 

Memory! did you not command my heart to pursue The hour youth was crowned with jocund cheer? When on my brow there bloomed a passion new And vows' bright torch illumed the budding year. I chased the kites upon the windswept plain, Their flashy wings did mock the vault on high; While piping reeds gave forth a pastoral strain, And time stood still beneath the summer sky. Lo! on the hills the sighing tempests spoke, I heard the lore of shepherds, they told of old; And when the viol through the silence broke, Its trembling voice was richer than pure gold. Though feasts have fled, and rustic songs decay, Their echoes live and haunt my soul today. ---Affaq  #ArtistAffaqNaibe #AuthorAffaqNaibe #PoetryByAffaqNaibe #AffaqNaibePoetry #AffaqNaibePoemHunter #ForeverSonnets