Forever Sonnets (Poetry Blog)

Shalimar city park where we walk with our kids On its stone walls we do see images  Of hart of doe and fawns giving cheers to visiters  These antique animals dwell in these bushes throu dim ages Shalimar is a prettiest place where oak grows Parallel to parallel along great maples,  By it's eastward, the smoke blows over high hill's, And myth makers invent their own stories  Which never really exist .... But brings a momentary joy in ears of listeners  They do paint these stories with their lovely colors..... I had an opportunity to live with rustic dweller's Their femmes love to cook in azure esman The wood they use is free for them ...."Stella says "A very kind yoaman is in charge of kingdom of green oaks" In rainy days these green woods seem so awesome, When ligera breeze hails for hikking with her sweet notes.  And Stella smokes! before her fire pot no one.  Can dare to harass her, when her hound is by her side. And her pretty pair of pashma go...

Dwelling  A vinary! among the flames of marvel  My heart is unquite can take any shape.  The place I dwell and dwelling has become harsher..... A meadow of deers  A monastery of monks  A movement of merchants  A wilderness of wander lusts. I accept only a religion of love Where ever the caravan of love turns,  That's the belief; that's the faith  That's the path I do keep.

A half-witted I was to sleep at spring time  In walnut tree; when wind was sweet and cool. In asleep My lily hands have been tied  And was made to drink an unsweetened fruit.  A half-witted I'm, some savage; entered my hortus. And stealth my chameli; when  I was in asleep. Mouth sealed off; a hesitant to fight back. This a melancholy; that struck me deep. No more smile; no more time to play with Moon A half-witted, I was to sleep at spring- Tide, now scary-scary;  I set alone  Recalling the days of chameli; at evening--