Forever Sonnets (Poetry Blog)

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