Forever Sonnets (Poetry Blog)

My chemeli A halfwit, I was made to fall asleep on the hillside, When winde was gelid and weather was murky. In my unconsciousness, my hands have been tied. I couldn't make a cry, or smell, in that hurly-burly.  I was made to drink an  unsweetened fruit, A savage entered my orchard,  stole my chameli, Later, he stole the show and my dear keyed flute. My mouth was sealed off, listen to me O'kelly:  It's such a melancholy, that it struck me deeply, No more smiling, no more time to play with the stars, No more air guitar or even hobbies, honestly From all the worries I am now free, virtually. Dame silly, eh, chameli, I became weary from  My long journeys, the world is no more near me. ---- Affaq Nabi 

Soil opens all doors .  Soil is like the hot pad to pull out the burning hot rack without being burned. When we tend soil she works for us so we can do our best.  We only have life, not things  Not a job Gut soil, I tend, gives me life's wings Misfit feeling I did not tend my gut soil Hating self, I ignored my gut soil Not loving my body, I starved  my gut soil Soil is my source of life she tends my soul Soil, she keeps me in the here and now  To have learned from the past Remembering pain-free My wisdom at last  She allows me to not ge burned  by perfect knowledge of God  She creates my advanced biology Soil is the source of life for everybody, that's not odd, I tend my soil I fit in I feed my soil, I understand  I connect to soil first, I love me I love me,  I can l Iove everyone Yes, I can A simple soil artist, I Am Alchemist Chef Kynthia  Relationship with Soil Caring action to make it happen  Clarity and Wisdom...

I am a bard of the spring fields. where pleasure  and beauty yields, I am a philatelist. From the merry land, to lead this "king of hobbies" To its glory, is my firm stand; I am  a wanderlust,  I don't go with people who are racial and unjust. I am an artist. I paint with the music of my heart. I am a Galah and sing my melodies to roses And daisies on the meadow, ah, above all, I am a lover, travelling on the cascades, Beorg and duns to discover my beloved... ---- Affaq

Alex, don't leave me alone, mine angelical soul, This could be a severe setback for our lonely lives. Why should I live in this sinful world order?  And how wailful would be, that ghastly night. Alex, don't leave me alone, mine angelical soul, My life's companion, this rosy life, now slowly dies, Till yesterday, this princely life was indeed all mine. Within the rotation of time, it has shone full. Recall, there is a word between you and me,  Which bound us together in those tearful times. It was yummy, funny too; you've woken me up, I do feel like a fearful child, mine cheerful light. Alex, don't leave me alone; I request you  Three or four times, there is  mist and haze  Over the main highways, you will  not see me,  Nor shall I see you in those storm tides. Alex, is not it a twist of fate, we figured out this Momentary life and its glimpses, but a little late. ----- Affaq

Ma-in- law  Along with a dying femme, pale and puny,  She treads forth early in the afternoon. Covers herself in a solemn veil. the way to go  Is the harbour of wolves and the typhoon. She gathers around little parched offshoots,  With her shivering hands on her knees To warm her balcony, while the spring pulls  She takes labour from her twin young bulls. And among the locals she makes  her day  With her folk poems, in return to  her cakes  And ale, she receives their aid and honour. Her son's wife Kate stands the next door With her two, In the bowers of rivershore,  Chewing the sweet gums and doing  The puzzles all day along with her new. ----- Affaq Naibe 

Sweet Liberty  Where do I start with? how bitter-sweet is this love story? A journey of pleasures and pitfalls that lasted forty years. An inside story of strong feelings and naughty things. This is just like an ocean's depth, one must not hurry. Where do I start with? how bitter-sweet is this love story? What's at the end of this journey, O sweet liberty?  When you are with me, there are no scares or worries. As like the divinity, it's also a responsibility. Where do I start with? how bitter-sweet is this love story? The time mocks me; come, liberty, and abide with me. Listen to my heartbreaking inside story; you must hurry. What is this tumult in my nature that provokes me? Hurriya, you  must study it with fair certainty, Where do I start with, how bitter- sweet is this love story. ---- Affaq Naibe 

Neither I have a complaint with you nor a petition. Be in peace; this is my prayer, quite worrisome Are these love's ways, let's walk; I  already come. In your company, indeed I had seen some Illume, and somewhere heavy gloom,  Here, the fortunes of candles are decaying. And there they are burning in the front room. Greetings to your heart's world. I'm praying  Ooh, don't be panic; it was out of our reach,  Neither I have a complaint with you nor a petition O' warm sun, our dream, our fortune faint away Without more fun, Is it here's tradition? ---- Poet Affaq .

Ah, green valley in the lap of the great Himalayas,  Here the bird sings the salvation song night and day. Here, camellia and crocus takes happy breaths in minus, Amidst these mine heart repeats its enlightened days.  Here, the woodwinds play the paradisal music With razorbills, the birds of our pearly seas. How handsome is this dale for penning love elegy,  Away from any turmoil of upper or lower class, Or any sort of injustice, inequity, or jealousy. How wonder the nature sings round the clock,  My heart yearns to lie on this woven grass, Here is the complete remedy to my frenzy. These scenes of unexplored snowy peaks  Would dwell forever in my keen memory. ---- Affaq Naibe 

Just please visit me  May you take notice of me, I am a little lamb On your endangered planet, just please visit me. I wandered like a bird around your pinkish fields,  Which feeds the every thirsty, none is as  Affectionate as you, just please visit me. Quite humble you are, ever shining and  Unparalleled beauty, just please visit me. Garden dove linger for awhile on my shadless tree With a long, passion deep, just  please visit me.  I beg your pardon, is it love which alters like The changing season? just please visit me. ----May you take notice of me, I am  a little lamb On your endangered planet, just please visit me. I wandered like a bird around your pinkish fields,  Which feeds the every thirsty, none is as  Affectionate as you, just please visit me. Quite humble you are, ever shining and  Unparalleled beauty, just please visit me. Garden dove linger for awhile on my shadless tree With a long, passion deep, just  pl...

TULIP BABY  Praise to him who grants you the painted beauty, Winds and venues leap up with sweetness. Salute to your petals! Ah, dear Tulip-baby!  My heart did swell through your shimmering greens.  Someone, an alien, just passed by your eden Wearied for many days, sojourned for a while. Your shady scenes have become more florian. Thus I fear your beauty might beguile me. Earth is feeling more fine through your perfumes, What a worthy festival of colours held by foothills. I am quite eager to choose here, a joyful bride. Nature has bestowed on you the beamy dyes, Your nude beauty is bewitching my eyes. The stars in the sky, spending all their lights, And draws nigh, the night with all delights. Nothing is so fragrant as the glory of a flower, Mine wishful eyes do love to see you hour after hour. --- Affaq Naibe 

Isle of youth  While the Teufel comes to enchant you, dear child, Go straight to your bookshelf; there lies sheer joy. Or, near a willow, sit along and hear the clear voice From the Isle of youth, moreover, share the sweet joy. Dear, sit near a swan river-daisy in mystic bond, Furthermore, write down your greeting card. Nature teaches you invisibly; it also corresponds. Dear heart, don't disjoint your spirit from virtue If everything goes away from you,  Let it go. let it go, But hold up the truth in your summer of youth. Sometimes, in life's flow, you would need to untie Wires of your guitar, share with those who suffer abuse. Dear boy, the Teufel who does pursue to enchant  Can make you pale, puny, and mute; obey al-furkan  Its pages are like branches of a golden honey plant. ---- Affaq Naibe 

Tendely, this bonnie life is like moonlight of few days,  So hug-me-tight, and extend on me your mercy.  This darling life is like the seasons of the year, The rattle of winds in lovely night,  sudden whims  And then silence, this brief life is like a fragrant cheer  In the flowers tear, few momentary splendours  Then hidden fears, don't go astray with one's occult powers Tenderly, this prime of life is like a flame of candle, melting Down drop by drop, its each spark is thought provoking  As long as oil burns in the candle the flame dances  Lighting up all around with splendor Spend it with care, obtain from it straight answers,  Don't fall to false splendor, and be always prepared  In the end everything seems--------a flop  ---- Poet Affaq 

As a Poet~ I am like a Moonlit Soft River, Flowing Sometimes Gently in Twilight, and Sometimes Sauntering as the Dragonflies dance on my Waters~ I Love to Sometimes Rush into the Deeper Waters and Sometimes Reflect to the Elms on my Riverbanks and Discuss with the Ancient Trees Secret's I hold within My Heart~ It is in these Precious Moments of Silence that I Merge with Both Sage and Angels  Wishing You and All Here, Joy that Brings You Grace, Healing and Divine Inspiration in Each Day With the Treasures of Love's Gift. ~ Carmen Wright   Copyright@January29,2013 All Rights Reserved

How hastily the time passed; I have no regrets, A fine piece from the time of my youth went away, I have no regrets, nor have I any heroic quests. Neither I nor you would like to define it today. Mine youthful days vanish away with rosiness, Manhood came with some more worries. Once there was a desire to sail into warmer seas. Time, let the rest be green for the worthy deeds. A bosom friend has also gone through serious ills. Along here I am, lined up with some mystic things. It's a duty, I have to carry out my day with weary Muscles in relationships and responsibilities, There is no excuse in order to fulfill these. ---- Affaq

To whom the springs have teased, that's the music Of youth, to him the time seeks, that's my life. My story is like a singing stream running  By the shore with a music sweet, whenever I make someone my colleague, from the garden  I will bring buds of flowers and may adorn Her skirt with these, from the lamps of stars I may furnish that head of ours, then we would Likely stroll together like the young birds In a vineyard, we have got to live in this world. Beyond our fears. I have been lulled to sleep  Within the bonnie flowers, my life's story Is different from the others and that's clear In my starry tears, It's a tradition here that  Through fate, we become the lovers  To whom springs have teased that's the music  Of youth, to him the time seeks  that's my life. ---- Affaq Naibe 

My salvator after you, I've no other locus to dwell in, For you alone I breathe on this planet earth. Who without you can nurse me? when I've got stress in, In our prisons there is nothing called the amnesty Is it not a matter of shame for all of humanity? I once drew nearer to the tempter to achieve the sublime,  Then I paid a heavy levy to become free. You've assigned me a deed and I went a bit ahead To preach to the people, but they're unready, pursuing Their own musings that are quite dreamy dreamy, In addition, under the name of "swift progression," The regime we live in is abusing the little people. Its aims and designs are extremely greedy Doing all forms of evil to the grieving people. ---© Affaq

Hopes less and desires wider, some are thankful. Some are always expressing a sort of disquiet,  And someone’s disaster is another's delight. Some are fairly humble; they do suffer more, allright. We are held by some brute force and are unarmed, Our legs are tied with ropes, our tongues have been Sealed, we have no lofty hopes, with peace and liberty  You can make your own fortune. and in slavery You will always grow sick, today we dwell in a world  Of inequality, unjustness, tyranny and insatiability. And diese gift is given to us by the Social lords,  Political elites, they cherish the  irrational hostility,  Oftentimes, they desire to have  own monopoly  On all the institutions, resources, power, and  The public treasury, to heal this wound will require time..... ©Affaq Naibe 

DID YOU SEE MY AMOR ? In the middle of the night, I said, to the twinkling stars,  Did you see my Amor?  The reply came in non. And then I beg to the moony beams Did you see my Amor?  Again the reply came in non. And then I said to the morning breeze, Did you see my Amor?  Again the reply came in non. At length, I request to my own central part That's my tender heart, the reply  came in 'Yes' It's somewhere around closer to you, just feel. ------ ©Affaq Naibe 

DEAREST JOY  Stars slept late after spending all  their lights,  Sceneries slept early revealed the jolliness. Winds flew to far after playing the violins,  Clouds napped into ditches of the tall hills. Penguins sailed to cool groves and mute rills,  Every candle burn out slowly and silently. And the sweet night depart away sincerely,  Where are you our savior of the richest soil ? Give a voice, eyes see pensively, dearest joy In the solitude of night our spirit is annoyiny. © AFFAQ NAIBE 

Dimple of your face, where  are your child's days? Those youthful years, that name, fate and the fame. Ooh! life's nears and dears, all may have away gone. Where is your Barbie doll? Ah,  that little swimming pool. And Swan pair they used to sit in meditation on  The water's melodic tune, was it an Illusion? To the eye, or just a misunderstanding?  Where is the bird of prey? the wolves and  Tigers seeking to drive their  thirst away,  Where is your bamboo flute? Lamb on the leaping  Pasture, the night flight, glaring eyes waste away, See behind that trackless path. the wind blows Quite fast, we can't never conceal behind  As "How to live your life" is well defined. Where is your marvel of youth?  the fever of those Flaming eyes, Oops, how wonder  If you had  Strived to live for the holy truth, or maintained ties. Where is the splendid Sun?  Regent of heaven. Where is the dearie moon? pointing constant...

Look on dimple of my face, where are my child days? Those youthful years, my name, fate and the fame  Ooh! life's nears and dears, all may have gone. Where is my Barbie doll? Ah, that little swimming pool. Swan pair seated in meditation on the waters melodic tune,  Was it an illusion to eye or a misunderstanding?  Where is the bird of prey? Wovels and the tigers  Seeking to drive their thirst away,  Where is my bamboo flute?  Oh! Lambs on the leaping mead, night flight, eyes flew  See, behind the trackless path,  The wind blows quite fast,  With a Shroud on mattress pad,  Where is my marvel of youth?  Fever of my flaming youth, Oops,  Had I strived to live for sooth,  Where is the splendid sun?  Regent of heaven. Where is the dearie moon? pointing constant  Path to nights lonely traveller,  trapped by the typhoon. Where are the sweet smellings of rosa? Ah, coquetry  of Nachtigall and his lov...

Tumulte sur le rivage  Quel est ce tumulte dans l'ancien ruisseau ?  Le ciel est flou sans une lueur.  Les arbres tremblent de frissons et de fièvre.  Et la flore s'endormit avec des douleurs aux seins.  Ô étoile primitive, où est ta lueur ?  Quelles sorcières ont ensorcelé votre ciel ?  Vaguement, je vois une étincelle mauviette au-dessus de moi dans le miroir.  Demain pourrait être encore plus sombre.  La huppe a posé son lit dans l'écorce de l'hiver,  Laissant tant de non-dits à son amante.  ''Il a peut-être été induit en erreur par l'un d'entre eux''  Et elle s'enfuit avec la peur dans la tête,  Le piquant et le picotement dans les rêves ne sont plus.  Quel est ce tumulte dans l'ancien ruisseau ? Poet Affaq 

Steps of smiling. Why do l analyse everything with the enthusiasm of a Science student ? I just analysed the movement of the face muscles in a smile.. Lips that are sealed Pouts first, and the cheek muscles drawn towards them. Lips released and the cheeks bulged....!    Like a flower, the lips and the cheeks bloom.      What a fantastic co_ordination of muscles. ! The ones who are harsh  remember, you are losing your charm. Learn to smile in all Hardships and live life                EASY. Usha Prem Kumar@ Vayanad, Kerala. India.   14_06_2023.