Forever Sonnets (Poetry Blog)

Strange is this passion's story; how did it begin?  And where it broke up, and so could someone Narrate to me about these all-colourful Chandeliers, could someone reveal to me  This gala affair? could someone someone  Speak up to me, something about this festival Of hankering, even I don't know and even  You don't know; I saw a cloud of  smoke blowing From a candle, then a shortened delight shook Up, this dream that I'm seeing since I clung  To the dreams, remain a dream. rejoice as  You emerge in someone's ardor,  being so close  To me; you have gone too far, and bewitched Someone's love, though you would set up  A new pleasure’s universe, mine cheers  To you, but whenever this melancholic  Night will take a rebound, you may summon  Me in your fancy, then those  forgotten days  Might again ignite, and you know, the passion plays. ©Affaq Naibe . .

And I have to rise after a long slumber,  On that day, from an airtight resting place. “It will be a day of tremendous leaps" May I get time to wipe mine drenched face?  The unicorns must be following the drummer. My verdict might come in scourge or restful sleep; With this trepidation hovering over head, I collapse. The paths are narrowed, but I have to pass By a razor-thin bridge, between care and curb. I do hear in my ear a sonic, even my journey Was a severe ascetic; only an error affair  Occurred in love’s celebration, quite early. On that encompassing day, who would  Like to hearken to my unease? laying under  My tender lips, dear my lord,  we’ve weakened  Our ties toward you, tenderest, like you, none is  So majestic, dynamic in and out , severe-mild. Clear eyed, Eden's delight, upon you I’ve sheer pride. © Affaq Naibe