Forever Sonnets (Poetry Blog)

Sometimes in the moroseness of love, I wandered quiet far and regrets I sang. Sometimes I slept on shore of springs,   And doom myself for your love's and desire. Sometimes on the heroic brooks I hung upon,   To meet my fond and the passion. Sometimes on my hut cottage, I laid my head, And counted the stars page by page. Though you vanish away with your redness,    Beyond the hurdles my welfare, I manage. Nevertheless! your voice stayed in my hermitage. ©Affaq Naibe  

In city of pearls In early morning I saw her fairy  face in golden Dew such beauteous in my life I  saw, but only  A few, while I gave my hand in her tender hand I knew, that I shall be again to Hyderabad. Love is as strange as the waning moon with the  Passage of time changing its mood. through  My past prime, I do remember. In the early  Morning, I saw her fairy face  In the golden  dew. If the wheel of fortune turns  again and  The golden youth holding us will  remain one day  We shall surely meet; in the city  of pearls  Again. In the early morning I saw her fairy face  In the golden dew,  in the golden dew---------- ©Poet Affaq 

I beheld a marine rainbow above in the heavens, It was still early, at seven, and the spring dove Was in her sweet nest, my lonely heart rose. And my drowsy soul felt joyous. Ah, I do hope The day will be pretty nice, and the sun is shining. Gladly upon the pearl dew, relesing streams Of flavour and the hue, may every day be like this. So I may not miss, ah, Mary, your present kiss. ---- Affaq  

I live in the minority I have a clean tongue  I can teach, and I can sing. I have stong muscle;  I may perform better at soccer. But they drop me:  For, I live in the minorty. I have mastery in the  sports like the great Ali,  But they drop me,  For, I live in the minorty. I have an enlightened mind,  I can better run an art gallery. But they drop me,  For, I live in the minorty  I can't raise a question as others do?  If I will ever try so. They will put me into detention,  With these pitfalls  Mine boat sails low  And I need to rebuild its engine..... ©Poet Affaq

I paid a heavy levy   My saviour after you, I've no other locus to dwell in, For you alone, I live; when I leave, but will leave. Who, without you, can nurse me? when I've got stress in, In our prisons, there is nothing called the amnisty 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, and myself hardly free. You've assigned me a deed, and I went a bit ahead. To preach to the people, they're unready, pursuing Their own muslings that're 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

I saw you on the bridal night, when jolly was flying. All over villa, and Luna was shining lonely bright. And the whole Alam "universe" was around you, The candles were burning on the silver stands. I saw you on the splendid sofa  and female friends Painting your pinkie with henna tattoos by their skillful hands The bridal night was sending sweet pleasures. Through the fairest hurries shaking their hands, And the winds of paradise were roaming, with trays Of perfume on their hands, and mariposa  Was making the rounds about the ember lamps,  I saw you on the bridal night, and all those beauteous Still lying before my sight, I saw you on the wedding night. © Affaq

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I am a nightingale, and I sing on the roses. I went to the garden of Brahma and saw the Buddha. Beneath an old oak counting the sorrows. Of the world, I m a nightingale; I sing on the roses. I went to the landscape of Mathura and saw shakthi  And then I heard the love song echoed by Shiva. Along with your aunt and her kin, all the happy. And then I was lost in a young sea of loveliness. I am a nightingale, and I sing on the roses. I flew over the top of Sinai and saw the palm tree. Where the Lord called on Moses, "Stay, I bestow You the book and the stick, ashanti; you've got me." I am a nightingale, and I sing on the roses. I fly by sea to Nazareth, where the star rose. And glowed that landscape and he founded His reign far to the east, where son of Madina Took the lead on the different routes and led his  Caravan of oneness of God beyond the Caucasus I am a nightingale, and I sing on the roses. I am a child yet, and believe to become more courageous. ---- Af...

Gray falling leaf  The moon is broken like the pennant of a Widow,  And every star friendless; sunk into thoughts. Very tired laying fully restless on long pillow. Along with, clouds of grief stay like a funeral. Some heavy O many are teeny-----all endless On music of hiccups, the heart weeps. struck Into swallowing deeps, I've not resting place-ravaged,  No loyalty or the security just am a savage,  A tearful life my fate gave me displeasure. Go away O prevailing winds! take your passage. It is my irony of fate to put to scream my soul. Life came up weeping-dolorous,  from my grief  These are naught the flowers, they' re the wounds,  My own shadow itself split from me,  I'm lonely  in the festival of grief's, thus mine life  Is like a gray falling leaf. © Affaq Naibe 

How long shall I wait? my soul is  unsteady;  O, brilliant breeze of the green fields, show  Me that radiant face yet again—that's enough. And enough for me, in my wet dreams I do see  And I do see, those grapey eyes go round me. O, companion of my pain, give me that sleep again. How long do I wait up? the heart is burning up In your adoring straight way, give me those sweetest  Lips again, I shall come to you through the  Mountain by the glen, so that my lost soul may  Shine the sunlike, and my echo verse would  I salute you with esteem; get over my narrowness. Hit the scene of mine divine life, until now. This is my only plea of insanity, Ameen. ©AffaqNaibe  Companion of my pain

Praise to him! who have granted you the beauty,  Winds and venues leap up with sweetness. Salute to your sweet petals; ah, dear Tulip baby!  My heart swells with your fragrance, so unique. Someone alien just passed by your pleasant Eden. Weary of many days sojourned for a while,  Your scenes have now become more florid. I do fear that your beauty might beguile me. If God so wishes, I shall come again to see you. May the earth be feeling more fine with your perfumes?  What a worthy festival of colours held by the foothills,  I am yearning to make there my abode. The nature bestowed you the beamy dyes,  And this naked beauty is bewitching my eyes,  The gentle stars are devoting all their lights,  Thereby drawing near, the night of delights,  Nothing is so fragrant as the glory of a flower,  Mine eyes do love to see you hour after hour... ----- Affaq

Edhe's Daughter! A halfwit, I was made to fall asleep on the hillside. When the wind was chilly and the weather was murky. In my unconsciousness, my hands have been tied. I couldn't give a cry, see, smell, or even hear. And I was made to drink an unsweetened fruit. A savage entered my orchard,  and stole my chameli. Then stole the show and my dear keyed flute. My mouth was sealed off, and I was hesitant to fight back again. It's such a melancholy that struck me deeply. No more smiling; no more time to play with the moon,  From all the worries of the world, I'm now completely clean. It was a long night's journey, dame silly, eh, chamali. © Affaq

Evening of sorrow  And she met me when I was far away, so she wept in such a way,  It seemed like someone who met after a long century. I myself felt strongly like a rain in my eyes, methinks. Some hidden dreams broke through her past energy,  Or like someone came and then took her bouquet away. On an evening of sorrow near the end of the journey,  A grief broke up, and a hunter halted his bow to shoot  The sparrow—maybe he remembered his own infants On an evening of sorrow, a flower bud sprung up  Frost came to confront it, the rising bud unable to view  Those heaven-circling pearls  from his infant Eye, on an evening of sorrow, a lonely cloud scattered  Rigorously before touching the enriching hills On an evening of sorrow near the end of journey. © Affaq

Every candle burned out, and the stars slept late in splendour. Sceneries disappearing early revealed the jolliness,  Winds flying to great heights played the violins of his greatness. The clouds napped in ditches. of the hills,  The groves are still, and the rills are mute. Every candle burns out slowly and slowly,  And the sweet night departs sincerely,  Where are you? Give a voice, dearest joy,  When in the solitude, my spirit annoys © Poet Affaq 

Cuckoo is one of my old childhood friends,  And I always had been different from other kids,  In the rainy season, I used to make two rounds. Every day, beneath the willow trees with other guys. As I grew older, I forgot life's many noteworthy things,  But not those happy moments with the Cuckoo  His voice is first harmonic and worth the heeding. Refreshing old memories truly makes us new. And still today, whenever he sings at gracious dawn,  My heart leaps up with joy and  I don't delay,  To leave out the bed and join his famous song. It's his uniqueness that greets us at first light And simultaneously when the tempter misleds us  With his fantasies and delusions, the worst type © Poet Affaq 

Bonjour  I behold some fragrant flames in your eyes,  Your ways and your styles are quite unique. And so the shores do also meet in your eyes,  I saw some fragrant mysteries in your eyes. May your love be ever strong and  live ever young. I behold a miracle of loveliness in your eyes,  I saw not any mark of disarray in your eyes,  Your habits are more beauteous then you. I saw no dismay or derision in your speaks You've got pleasant roses on your cheeks. And I behold the springtime in your smiles,  I praise without reason your rural  costume,  You're so gentle, ah! simple, a lovely groom. Bonjour relish the youthful bloom of that happy moon. © Poet Affaq

Earth's Beloved Ah, woman, who gave you the beauty's name?  The empathy, the mellowed eyes, and the appealing face. And with that, seated you in the soul of man,  When the beauty fades away from the face. Then you are set free from the mortal pain. Nay, escape; your soul is poured upon the soul of man. The beauty that you hold is just for your man. And not to a world of unfamiliarity, and, oh man, shew honour And revoke command, for she is a blue passion. Flower, preferred lady! rejoice in your internal  Affairs, from your birth, your rights are reserved. Then again, you were crowned as the earth's beloved. Aah, both the serving air and ardent fire lie in you,  Despite all these, why are you so unrelieved? ©By poet Affaq 

Little pretty lass The day was long and deep—what a shower!  A rising cloud brought for the  smiling flower. That is newly born and taking cordial kisses. From the caring sun and in the shining hour  A young Gazzele comes out of the dorsal ridges. At that moment I had on my lips an aeolian harp. She looked at me with gentle eyes. I wreathed her Then she started to swing on the rainy grass. In the big plateau pasture that was full of yaks With my last laugh, I moved down the hilly pass. In curled grass, some thoughts of my misty past  Were with me along the way, and my mini map  Took me out safely, and I felt as though I was thickly lashed. I looked back, and she was still in knots of warm grass. As well as her baby heart being in her hand,  When her big eyes fell on a hunter, her luck ran Exhausted, she got away over the sizzling sand. To save her precious life like a pretty young lass By fate, little Gazzele escaped  another life attempt.... ©Poet Aff...