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Memory

By Affaq Naibe -
The Architecture of Memory: Writing Truth From Fragments ​Memory is rarely a straight line. It is built in fragments—a single phrase of classical verse heard years ago, the quiet shift of light across a studio desk, or the sudden, unbidden weight of an old habit. ​When we look back on our lives, we do not see a neatly bound volume with clean chapter breaks. Instead, we find scattered pages. We remember the texture of a moment rather than its full chronology; we hold onto how a room felt long after we have forgotten what was actually said inside it. ​For a long time, I tried to force my writing to fit strict, linear boundaries. I believed that to share a story or capture a experience, I had to begin at the chronological start and walk the reader step-by-step to the finish. But forcing memory into a rigid narrative often strips it of its quiet truth. ​Real life doesn't happen in outline format. It happens in impressions.
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A wanderer's way

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If borrowed dreams in fettered chains resound, Though suns of mercy burn within the breast, The iron harp shall yield a wailing sound, And inward music sinks, by night oppressed. If splendour’s flame be kindled not from thee, Its blaze shall blacken, turning song to dust; The soul shall wander, bound in misery, Where tyrant shadows mock the spirit’s trust. Can stolen phrases strike dumb the serpent’s hiss? Or heal the wound the human heart has borne? Awake, O Man! Your own true voice is bliss, Your breath the herald of a brighter morn. Oh, sing thou then, in the heart's holy key, The earth is shaped by your eternity. ----Affaq N.Affaq  #Awanderersway #Foreversonnets #PoetAffaq #PoemhunterAffaq #SonnetsByAffaq
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Winter Tree

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Winter Tree Bare stand the branches against the icy sky, Stripped of the leafy robes they used to wear; While winter winds in mournful accents sigh, Leave the leafy deeps desolate and bare. O yet in the silent trunk the life abides, Unchecked by freezing frost or heavy snow; In quiet strength the living sap resides, Awaiting spring to make the flowers glow. So stands psyche when earthly comforts fade, And the winter trials strip its branches bare; Rooted in God, it rests all undismayed, Protected safely within His overseeing care. Knowing that spring shall wake the sleeping earth, And crown the dormant life with joyful birth. ----Affaq N Affaq  #Foreversonnets #PoetAffaq #PoemHunterAffaq #MysticalPoetry #NaturePoems #NurseryPoems #WinterPoems 
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Hearts Lute

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Heart's Lute  How shall my silent Lute presume to sing, When all its cords are tuned by your own hand? Or strike sweet concord from a widowed string, Which none but you can govern or command? Look how the dark holds back the eager Light, And keeps my longing bosom from your grace; While every pulse that beats within the night Chides the slow hours that hide your constant face. Come then, my Love, and teach these frets to speak, Ere sorrow dull the music we should make, Towards your touch alone the silent seek The sovereign chord that bids the soul awake. Until thy finger play upon my heart, I am, I am but wood and wire apart. ________Poet Affaq #Foreversonnets #PoetAffaq #MysticPoetry #LyricalSonnets 
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A Rustic bard

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            A Rustic Bard  A rustic bard once I met by the river's side, Whose tender brow the peace of Eden wore; "I shun," said he, "the highways crowned with pride, For noisy routes were never fashioned mine. I seek the grassy ways the wild flowers know, And plant shady cedars there the travellers rest; I raise cool fountains there the faint streams slow, And behold, little oratories for the blest. My humble chalet laughs through lavender, White lilies breathe their incense round the door; At lonely night the wayfarers linger there, Till silence heals the wounds their hearts bore. At dawn I lead them there the mountains rise,  As silence builds the soul that seeks the skies.” ----Affaq #Foreversonnets  #ARusticBard
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Paradox of Petals

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The silk rose outlives the winter chill, Unchanged by sun, untouched by age or rain; It keeps its flawless shape upon the sill, And feels no sorrow, pleasure, pangs or pain. But the living rose blooms a single day, And yields her sweetness to the passing air; She knows how swiftly beauty fades away, Ah, in her fleeting hour shines far more fair. For endless life makes every treasure cheap, And perfection born of stone or glass is cold; We cherish most the offerings we cannot keep, Whose fragile splendor never grows too old. The silk flower lives, but leaves the heart unmoved; And It is the dying rose that is beloved. ----Affaq  #ForeverSonnets #PoetArtistAffaq #MysticalPoetry #AffaqPoemHunter 
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Wisdom Beneath The Tree

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La sagesse sous l'arbre Wisdom Beneath The Tree  The village School lay silent, rent and bare; Its broken walls gave teachers cause to cease. "The house must rise," they sighed, "ere lessons fare;" Thus learning slept, awaiting brick and peace. One kindly Soul assembled every Child Under an ancient Maple with spreading shade; The whispering winds blew cool, serene and mild, While birds their cheerful morning anthem played. The emerald grass became the woven floor, The rugged trunk the faithful teacher's board; The boundless sky became the roof once more, Flowers breathed fragrance where the children soared. For wisdom needs no a palace built by Men, And a loving heart can found a School again. ________________________ ---Poet Affaq  #ForeverSonnets #ArtistPoet Affaq #MysticalPoetry 
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