Forever Sonnets (Poetry Blog)

In true love age distance or caste has no meaning---- Admire  In the rainy drops, she trembles as like a flower,  Alike, darling bud; in the rhythm of the shower,  She can't murmur, a moment without me. In true love, age, distance or caste has no meaning,  It's an old chronic; thus don't lay in doubt. A school of thought; that believe's in these silly things. She is still oblivious, as how the occult is intervening. It's not something inborn; but endowed  The melancholy is, she is not  leaning, Facts of logic or arithmetic; yet she is uncrowned Jolie fille ! take wit to work, death gives not the clink. Or tiding "I'm coming " like a sound .....

Dal lake ----------- Zabarerwan tulip garden lies, upon the shore of Dal lake-  A miracle of bluish waters, sounds more bright over tops of mount Solomon-  With one glimpse, pulse beats in rhythm of ecstasy-  And departed, emotions again shake,  Crown of Kashmir is, the Dal lake-  In the moony nights lt sounds like as a newly wedded damsel-  You are flame and I'm a candle,  warming together, Ah, my angel-  In spring of youth, she was my selection,  So lovely was, the shine on her hairline-  I forget my loneliness, it was an  affection-  While mystic breeze, hails forth, murmuring in music-  At breath of morning, Ah, then  I would tread to the lonely lake restfuly-  To give my darling dreams a new shape,  In the mystic landscape-  Though, Affaq a long ago, from her touching scene escape-  When wood hawks grid a pitfall on her shore-  By league of amity forsure, her dignity will restore- ...