Forever Sonnets (Poetry Blog)

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