Forever Sonnets (Poetry Blog)

SKYLARK   ----------- As the calm cerulean sky  look at me invitingly my mind flies out like a skylark to mingle with its vastness...! My sensibilities linger upon its breath for a while...  and its rhythmically beating heart,  and soon my wild esoteric thoughts  yearn to be one with its that pacific blue; Meanwhile... the white puffy clouds all around me shelter me from prying eyes as I fly, high and high  in search of that deepest core, and once I reach, as I finally reach that prismatic land of ecstasy and love, a deep sense of numbness engulfs me... I slowly succumb to that exoticism and a cry of sheer joy escapes my heart. Oh what freedom, such freedom.. I love you exhilarating freedom!! But this prejudiced world will forever remain oblivious to such a pearl....!! Born free are we.. but why does the world never agree..?? © Copy rights with Author  Moltreyee Raju 

OIL PAINTING  A new and beautiful poem  By Charlene Phare Oil painting  Walking through our oil painting  Among textured materials  Brushstrokes flowing perfectly So beautifully ethereal  Among textured materials  Creating greatest masterpiece  So beautifully ethereal  Inner serenity release Creating greatest masterpiece  Glorious peace as tensions fall Inner serenity release Precious rocks, heavenly skies call Glorious peace as tensions fall Brushstrokes flowing perfectly Precious rocks, heavenly skies call Walking through our oil painting  © Charlene Phare Poetry

 are you our pretty meadow gazelle? Here see, great sun is dazzling on the mead, I do see your pasture is shifted into a golf  Ground, once this lake mead was so honeyed. The fountains were booming up pure wine On every side of pasture there was sunshine. Let us ramble round the mead. together, From childhood we lived in this  splendid field. O! nimble lady, whisper to me some story My old companion you must now hurry,  This pasture is no longer safe and free, Wait and see I will tell you a horrible story. Look how it ruby glows in the stone The fairest stream run by him and murmured his moans,  Will run further with melodic tune and  Will  mingle in her journey to some unknown, See, my hand took up the flute to sing Invite all fruits, flowers to come in the ring. The perfume always  comes from the roses side, The true hearts on their ranks never divide. I have painted my image on the mead The field is fenced come and sow the seed. I s...

----My friend! our youthful beauty is a guest  Of a few days, I may waste as I found a buzzing,  ----In my head, these hairs you met are dyed red,  This blue gaze of three days, and muscle- ----So cute, thus please praise!  I am here few days. Haste and hug mine lip, ahh, a wine red. ----Go to slow, and entertain, It's hustle and bustle,  ----Ohh, I waste all the day, all day upon the way. ----This bonnie name, riches And fame, and this way of world is a futile ----Storm, I waste all day upon the way in flame,  ----Come still the breath is warm, and in form,  My friend! can you prevent the arriving storm?  ----That's is hovering over head of this dame!  The rose left the garden to open way,  ----For the gulah's and  I waste all day,  ----On the way and upon the way! ©Affaq Naibe

Wherever you live--- Be every pleasure there. Wherever you live--- Be the life there. These darks are my selections,  I don't see my shades. Wherever you live--- Be the light there. Moon is dimly,  O don't worry,  Be no darks of nights  upon night there. Wherever you live--- Be every pleasure there,  In clouds of despair. We see a rainbow,  We shall surpass,  The suffering nights,  Wherever you live--- Be the delights there. ©Affaq

Humming birds sing the loving words--- A million stars shimmering in the blue sky,  They have hidden stories: the sun and moon And the seven stars fell in  prostration before: the Joseph!  a young guy--- Was terrified by his brother's,  he survived into spring;  Yousef conveyed his dream  To his gray haired father who was musing.  And then Jacob, raised his hand to  extreme  Sky, and rendered thanks to the lord, his child was moving  To the 'Throne of Egypt ' that was run by--  Pharaoh! the former regent followed him, Then blind father received his sight that night,  And divine wind honored the golden crown to Joseph!  By dawn the rising star raised high on the Egyptian sky, And there was a new hustle and bustle into Nile's motion. Ah! humming birds sing the loving words second time,  with a devotion...... ©Affaq Naibe Singh the loving words

Befriend The stars are with the moon  like a large family  Wherever she goes to glow the sandy sea they follow her. And we see this caravan throu the hollowed earth  Percy, start over a new life and follow one, When blessings descend, they go straight to company, Your unknown fate needs a soulmate, so befriend With some one and led your journey, dear Percy My lord, takes care of all things wondrously...... ©Affaq

From the din, and disdain of  my own city, Methinks I' have become so dull and the silly-  Ah! beyond the shades of this fine and tall alpine,  May there be, my small and sweet home- Where the  day is thankful to the sunshine,  And the night is peace, love and tranquil, Where gulah is singing with floral in shades of pine,  And dews are shining on leaves of grass,  Where oriental air is playing a music fine,  And Moon is upon her emas throne-  Where champak buds are producing a sweet wine,  O, coquetry sparrows,  be your songs a peace to my soul... Ah! precious juiced flowers on shores of fairest stream,  Give me a living dream- Give me a  lively dream- A place where sovereignty be slave to Almighty- My yearning! come to live with me-  O! stars above governing our conditions,  Fill well my angelic dream-  Be your smile a shine to my eyes, and savor of joy ©Poet Affaq Naibe

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A doctor from the landscape of Elim trees   People say, all caps he wore were flat shape, The little chamber he hold was on a lease, From the leafs of elim he found many remedies, And bestowed to locals free of cost, with water, Of sea of Lot, his art glowed, by day by night,  And taught his art of healing to his gifted daughter, She was in relationship with a brave knight, And was in charge of his block  of nyctalopia, In backyard of his kitchen he growed birch, Plants, along side of elim, and was sending to Sofia, For testing, in his last trip to Norge he lost his breath in a remote  Beach and the fishermen who walked upon the beach  Stoled his ring, that was a key to his magic of healing...... ©Affaq Naibe

Ah night so bright you stayed with the poet For she this rhyme is penned, her green eyes  Shine as bright as like this luna of the night. Shall find her sweet name; between these lines,  Stay the night! let my rhyme damn tonight-- These shrines, led to astray femme like her,  Telling them extreme lies, far beyond the realties. All things are invented; underwear they sell liquor. Check air in your tire,  Babe! they play the bloody deeds. With unwise femmes; walking throu muddy fields,  Terrified and thirsty as like the honey bees.  One string's another into the jeleausy's fire  Poppy needs clean water; that such fields--- Can't release, Irony is; the young Babe!  Has zealous desire, and making a moan With her Mum! to let her visit such feasts,  Ah! night, so bright you stayed with the Poet,  And this rhyme, revealed damned trators  furious fire--- ©Affaq Naibe

When the month is summer and wind is cool,  Why ought not the senses amuse?  A vagrant fowl of summer pool,  Beating wings for bed enthuse,    Nearby a juvenile on her window pane,  Sings a boredom song,  The light in darkness fell,  The night grew longer with the rain,  What trees,  What roof tops shall take his dwell, along Stars illumin depart from the royal bethel,  Young jasmine too asleep in her bouquet,  Night crock is nervous, and hungry like lobo,  Will break into someone's sweet home,  A vagrant fowl, beating wings fell,    On land and sad himself  Tender sweet juvenile felt his breast pain,  "O! you red star" I myself've a regret and grief,  In kingdom of birds blessed you are" She opened her window and light came swift  That point him his way upright to her bed,    And pearly eyed fowl of summer pool so sad,  Rendered thanks to her and felt glad. ©Af...

A paradise lost He sat on the overturned rock Alone but not lonely longing for the past Longing for what's lost For he can't keep pace with the present His old heart yearning for the days When the valley below was lively Missing the singing and whistling As  men and boys herded their flocks He longed for the times  When friendships were true When handshakes were warm And sharing was the norm The streams are now dry All trees and bushes cleared In their place a concrete jungle The singing replaced by deafening noises No more streams  Where clear waters flowed Only streets flowing  With motorists and pedestrians A high population of lonely humans Always hurrying to destinations unknown Some living for the next meal Others for the next deal All busy making a living As life passes by               © Felister Mboya

        A Baby In The Night- - - ,  Sleep my cute Babe sleep:  the night is relieving still and smooth. I shall bring for you a posy,  from the olive fields of youth. Over hill tops of the marine seas,  from shades of the elm trees. I shall bring for you the merry dreams,  girlish lovely, comely like the moony beams. Sleep! my silver baby, your star gleams like a blossom on stem,  Like a pigeon, in his nest. like a quail, in her cactus beach.  I will bring for you the plums tomorrow,  luscious sweet, and some for your brother. Cover up your laughing eyes,  It's the summers weather,  Moon is shimmery, looks like newly wed,  May! sweet smiles of night soar over your head. The lovely night pass away and blue fox,  also fell to asleep beneath the brook.   Like the jasmine, in her banquet,  like the blue moth in lavenders twig. Only poor Stars!  are yet labouring over night,  Into...

A song bird, the resident of honey suckle bush,  One day the coldish weather shook her motionless, Underside the tallest hill of the hindu kush, The dusky evening drew to her a despair And the toilsome night sneak off in her eye. She under went the moments like a solitaire Within her tight skirts she was fallen,  With her silver head down towards the bush, And waste out all her golden pollen, By the morning, when a poughman passed by the bush. He found, a cry in her dim and dull eye. The gentleman pointed her way  to his sleeve by a push. Afterward the warmth, the bird felt like a parental  Love by one eye. and hung on him like a pet cat. On the next day when Ploughman, Went out to plough his barley field. The warm bird stayed on his shoulder, He was a solitary man and did bore none, Chanting, spring songs all the day,  the charlie! learned: And he groomed and loved her the year long. The plougman's nickname was painter Jan,  And this way, all his sorrows f...

I feel a crying chill, I can't work my will, Oh! angry rain drops let me cross the Maggie bridge. Let the lily river hide the moving ridge, Till I reach my dream villa. I do see an angry gale, flying over a frenzy dale, through rosewood into winter's pale. I see a ghost of clouds, not any cheering crowds I see a foreign quail, robbed on road, and crying a loud-- I am a wet fairy, walking hurry hurry, I feel a fever in my liver. green river go with glory, The wild wind made me tremble and shiver, Is it rain or the firestorm? I do naught see a lorry, Mercy, I have my umbrella, and I escape rubella. I sing my way mine own sad story, My days which were best dull and hoary hoary, Fate,  you've got my maiden heart in some unfamiliar territory. © Affaq Naibe

You are fairest in your affairs and this song refers  When first time; you came up to my sight,  You had long hairs shining like the coral heads. Which excites the eyes and are high priced. You are fairest in your affairs and this song refers.... You've faught a long battle against the injustice. In context to liberate your people from the slavery,  And have upheld some of your rustic values, A single lady carried life's mission with bravery. You are fairest in your affairs and this song refers.... A fair shape, fancy wear and  the hair gray,  Selling the flowers on her little barco  Into the shadows of hidden sorrow. O fair Maid!  You are fairest in your affairs and this song refers.... Nobody pass away empity hands by your street,  From strangers we heard your beautiful treat, Aye!  you've costumed your cottage clean and neat,  That guard's it's walls into the oak trees, You are fairest in your affairs and this song refers....

Strange is this story where it begin with,  And where it broke up, could someone,  Recount to me about these heavens ?  Could someone recite to me about this gala- ?  Could someone reveal to me about this Festival of hankering on the heaven- ?  Even I don't learn, even he feels not certain,  I saw a smoke that blow up from a candle,  And then a shortened delight shooke up,  This dream that I'm seeing since I clung to the dream. Rejoice with you emerge to someone's ardent,  Being so close you went away so far and,  Bewitched someone's love,  Though you might set a new universe,  Behold, whenever this melanchlic night  will take a rebound,  And you will summon me up in your mind,  And would kindle a candle of loving... ©Affaq Naibe  .