Forever Sonnets (Poetry Blog)

 left except this golden heart. Nothing left Nothing left To give you as a gift of love Except this diamond heart That can shine in your murky way. The blood stream has been poisoned. My head has been turned to barren The flesh has been cut a hundred times. All are broken in course of time as pieces of glasses. This heart only l spare for you. Take it as my gift of loving and caring you. Let it saves a thousand cells of you. Let it heals a hundred broken parts of you. Let it shines as your midnight lamp in trouble. Grap it softly and lovingly. It will never be broken Though the hull of skin and bone turned to ashes. Nothing left nothing left To give you as my special gift for love Except this golden heart. Take it keep secret next to your soul. It will bring you holy water From rivers of heaven. It will shower in your garden of life. It will beats in rhythm As the best symphony eternal.

The bulbul's care is naught but the rose is his mate dear The rose's care is naught but to bring grace to her cheer  Not all lure is what brings the lover's heart to its fall Master is he who bears compassion to his thrall. Now comes the time when blood gushes into the ruby's heart For the shard hath shattered its value and worth in the mart. The bulbul's power of speech came from the rose's boon  Or his beak would be devoid of all this song and tune O thou who in the street of our Love tread Be careful; or his wall may shatter thy head The traveler is accompanied by a hundredfold soul Wherever he is, health and well-being be his dole O heart! Though the dice of health to thee was cast Sweet is the lot of Love. Cling to it hard and fast Intoxicated, the Sufi wore his hat askew Two more goglets, aslant his turban flew To the sight of thee the heart of Hafiz had been inclined It is now cherished with union. Put this torment behind. ------A translate version  Poet:...

Where did the handsome beloved go?” BY  JALAL AL-DIN RUMI TRANSLATED BY  BRAD GOOCH  AND  MARYAM MORTAZ Where did the handsome beloved go? I wonder, where did that tall, shapely cypress tree go? He spread his light among us like a candle. Where did he go? So strange, where did he go without me? All day long my heart trembles like a leaf. All alone at midnight, where did that beloved go? Go to the road, and ask any passing traveler —  That soul-stirring companion, where did he go? Go to the garden, and ask the gardener —  That tall, shapely rose stem, where did he go? Go to the rooftop, and ask the watchman —  That unique sultan, where did he go? Like a madman, I search in the meadows! That deer in the meadows, where did he go? My tearful eyes overflow like a river —  That pearl in the vast sea, where did he go? All night long, I implore both moon and Venus —  That lovely face, like a moon, where did he go? If he is mine, why is he with others? Since he’s not here, to...

When I do look on my own lame fate,  Then your beguiling desires blue in shape And I do fear; might fell to some evil fame,  That people hate, believe or not My playmate !  As I have in Me two world's to lead  One is this tummy: and next the timeless. Throu mist, haze and murkiness  I've to tread, With long, tussle, quest and then the grim silence. In Me you behold; the twlight of dawn,  Or like a plum island; that beguile you Since a quite long time, like a young fawn, Roaming aimless in fond of love or  Something more than it, lush lush .... When I do see my own lame fate, it was loveless.....

Escape! I hear a voice saying: escape And leave this English isle behind You belong to nothing except this ornate radio Except the coffee pot Except the garden trees outlined against the silky sky I hear voices speaking in languages I know And others I don’t: Escape And leave behind the dilapidated red buses The rusty train tracks This nation obsessed with morning work This family which hangs a picture of capitalism in the living room as if it were its ancestor Escape from this isle There are only windows behind you Windows as far as you can see  Windows in daylight Windows at night Dull aspects for brightly-lit pain Brightly-lit aspects for dull pain And you hear the voices: escape In all the city’s languages, residents are fleeing from their childhood dreams From the scars of colonies that turned to cold signatures as their authors died Those escaping have forgotten what they escaped from, too cowardly now to cross the street They gather all their cowardice and scream...

kuchh to hawa bhi sard thi kuchh tha tera KHayal bhi PARVEEN SHAKIR 3.2K kuchh to havā bhī sard thī kuchh thā tirā ḳhayāl bhī dil ko ḳhushī ke saath saath hotā rahā malāl bhī baat vo aadhī raat kī raat vo puure chāñd kī chāñd bhī ain chait kā us pe tirā jamāl bhī sab se nazar bachā ke vo mujh ko kuchh aise dekhtā ek dafa to ruk ga.ī gardish-e-māh-o-sāl bhī dil to chamak sakegā kyā phir bhī tarāsh ke dekh leñ shīsha-girān-e-shahr ke haath kā ye kamāl bhī us ko na pā sake the jab dil kā ajiib haal thā ab jo palaT ke dekhiye baat thī kuchh muhāl bhī merī talab thā ek shaḳhs vo jo nahīñ milā to phir haath duā se yuuñ girā bhuul gayā savāl bhī us kī suḳhan-tarāziyāñ mere liye bhī Dhaal thiiñ us kī hañsī meñ chhup gayā apne ġhamoñ kā haal bhī gaah qarīb-e-shah-rag gaah ba.īd-e-vahm-o-ḳhvāb us kī rafāqatoñ meñ raat hijr bhī thā visāl bhī us ke hī bāzuoñ meñ aur us ko hī sochte rahe jism kī ḳhvāhishoñ pe the ruuh ke aur jaal bhī shaam kī nā-samajh havā pūchh rahī hai ik patā mauj-e...

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Nature is a beautiful gift of the almighty and Gulmarg is a perfect example of that! Did you hear about it? If not then you, my friend, are missing out on life itself. Nestled in the vicinity of the Himalayan state of  Jammu  &  Kashmir , lies a beautiful bequest of the glory of mother nature, Gulmarg! Thi quaint little place serves as a perfect recluse to both the adventurous and the peaceful. Such is its beauty! The small town called Gulmarg is located in the Pin Panjal range of the gargantuan Himalayan mountains. The eloquent name was preceded by the term called Gauri Marg, derived from the term “Gouri Marg” which means the path of “Devi Gauri”, the local deity. It is a must for any mountain lover to visit this place once, check out the top places to visit in Gulmarg, bask in its pleasant Himalayan weather, or embark on adventures across its wilderness. It has a rich history and is a significant mark stone in the collective history of India. It has seen wars waged ...