Forever Sonnets (Poetry Blog)

And you ask me when I shall return to you!  How can the wave decide the sea’s own hour? My inner is not my own; it leans toward God, A reed bent singing in His lurking power. I’ll come when rain remembers how to fall, When ponds bloom with moving breaths of gold, And shore-birds praise the zephyr till fear turns small, When storms forget the sidewalks they controlled. Be patient, sweet; waiting is a better prayer; The seed knows sullen before it learns the sun. I do walk where the rapture holds me unaware— And a moth still circling till the glow is won. When Love permits, we’ll draw life’s boat as one, And dearest find we met before the world begun. ---Affaq  #Sonnets #ForeverSonnets #PoetAffaq #SonnetsOfAffaq #MysticPoetry #Rapture

And a musician sang aloud in a narrow vale, His drum’s wild voice exceeded earth’s consent. A goatherd passed and said, with tempered tale: “Lower your tune; the sky is noise-bent, spent.” The musician arched his brow in proud disdain: “Go tend your goats, rough man, disturb me not.” The words struck fire within the shepherd’s vein; His calm turned flame, his silence turned to thought. “Know this,” he said, “two prophets herded sheep, And loved their lambs in a pasture steep and wide. Why did God choose a shepherd’s path to keep, Not bookish tongues nor songs with swelling pride? God sees beyond the world the senses scan.” The drum fell mute; the singer bowed to Man, No, bowed to God, beyond the mortal plan. -----Affaq N Affaq  #Sonnets #ForeverSonnets 

Sleep, little heart; the night seals every door And cups the world within its velvet hush; The Luna forgets her age, leans low once more, To hear your breath undo the stars’ old rush. I gather dreams where olive shadows kneel, Where seas rehearse their youth in whispered blue; Your pulse becomes the law the heavens feel, Your eyes, two lamps the dark is passing through. All wandering things grow still around your rest, Even time unbinds his sandals, slow and kind; Love folds the world like bread against my chest, And feeds my fear into your sleeping mind. Sleep, gold and ruby crown your kind head; My kiss shall guard you till the dawn is wed. ------Poet Affaq  #Sonnet #ForeverSonnets #SonnetPoetry #PoetAffaq Enjoy this sweet lyric below  Spring of Beauty

—Only calm, calm, and calm is  mind,  after its rotation round the universe behind. ----Affaq N Affaq  #Sonnets #Poetry #Calm #PoetAffaq  #ForeverSonnets 

God’s Name is sugar melting on his tongue, But behold—his hand pours ash into evil game; He sings the Truth like songs forever sung, While deep within, his heart forgets the Name. His body stands where public prayers are said, But soul-ward slips to taste the secret vine; He scolds the clock, calls Time a thief instead, Lest hidden grapes should ripen past their time. He lifts the veil, then weaves another one, Stripping the gold to leave a hollowed space; He sits in broad light, appearing like a revered sun, An age-made saint in borrowed robes of grace. O friend, this isn’t faith—this is disguise; The Beloved sees through lips and into eyes. ----Affaq N Affaq  #Sonnets #ForeverSonnets #PoetAffaq 

From all I stand apart; ask not the why ?; The heart itself has chosen this release. Shall some breast house my grief; it wanders by, A reed cut loose, compelled to sing its peace. My heart was clean, and once I held it whole; Too much I trusted what so soon shall ring, Heart's a bird that seeks where joys console, Then leaves the branch as sorrow starts to sing. A stranger am I, in this vast domain, A city spun from dust and borrowed breath. I walked wide-open; who was there to chain This door, that let the winds rehearse my death? If once I vowed, forgive me when I’m gone; Send not my mail to earth, but where souls dawn. --Affaq N Affaq  #Sonnets #ForeverSonnets #MysticPoetry #PoemHunter 

From heart’s reservoir to trembling lips it nears, A ballad unnamed, but yet bonnie as spring air; The face unseen, what wandering spirit appears To bind my heart and leave my soul laid bare? From meeting gazes, where old penumbras lie, A whisper wakes—O speak, you sealed visage! What secrets stir beneath your beauty’s tie, To steal my repose or bless my passing age? Is Moon or mage the weaver of this charm That melts the stars who keep their watch above? Your glance has turned each rustic spirit warm, And made the blue vault testify our love. Tonight the orbits in hushed enchantment shine, While you, strange heart, dwell in all my time. -----Poet Affaq  #Sonnets #ForeverSonnets 

Ring me not forth to justify my blame; Your cruelty has crept upon my breast, And from your sighing eyes there leapt a flame That rend my soul, how could I lay at rest. Speak, tell your legend with a truthful tongue; Use wit, but slay me not with veiled disguise. Who in your proud, egoistic heart is hung? Reveal the shade that haunts your midnight eyes. Your cozening looks have long been foes to me, For none but I have glimpsed their covert art; And if your pulse beats sincere in love for me, Why still deny the knowledge in your heart? I stand near God—O damsel, now be mine; Whisper the tumult of your love's design. ----Affaq 

hear the cher ry leaves drink in the rain , And from the sway ing boughs the My na sings ; A lone ly Maid an through the vine yards of Touraine, Sow ing cro cus while storm -cloud swift ly springs . “O kind rain,” she cries, “A mo ment stay , For ard u ous it is that I must toil a lone ; Let me but fin ish be fore you loose your play— Then pour your full ness when my work is done . You know my need , as I have felt your long , And shared your anx ious long ing for the earth .” Still on the cher ry’s crown the bird , a lone in song , As though to cheer her heart with song ’s sweet mirth. “Whis per to him ,” she sighs , “how I have striv en so .” “I shall ,” the bird re plies , “and all your la bour show .” ---Affaq  #Sonnets #Foreversonnets #PoetAffaq 

An Oath of Treaty stands, an Oath of Flame, Through both the trembling heart would dare to go; For every vein is forged in pangs of shame, Still seeks peace—so still it yearns to slow. The heart—so small, but bears an Ocean vast, Here Longing’s tides in storm labour rise; Life’s lamp burns brief, while toil and dream hold fast, And Time enthrones itself before our eyes. In midnight realms these brooding visions stream, A shoreless Sea wherein barren phantoms glide; Some are bound by Oaths that rule the dream, And some by Death’s chilly whisper terrified. When Time’s iron shadow steals our breath, We yield the dream, to shield the Oath from death. ----Affaq  #Foreversonnets #LyricalSonnets #SonnetPoetry  #PoetAffaq 

From lover’s wounded breast the plague is born, As when the cherished fragrance meets us not, There be a river of lament, from eve to morn Runs wild, till reason’s lamp burns cold and fraught. Love’s early beam, is a beam in beginning,  Than unfolds to a thousand longings  Some ripens into fruit of blossoming, But most like clouds in hot sky dying,  And if avarice a brittle twig at first it seems— Grows soon like a thicket choked with seed; Upon harvesting to greedy one it heals,  The other remains in melancholy with lips sealed  Thus passion’s ship leaves the mystic sea, Or sinks in storms before the coast can be. ---Affaq  #TheWoundedBreast  #Foreversonnets  #PoetAffaq 

In Silent Rain ,.....Lyrical sonnet Edited by Poet Affaq / Subscribe to my YouTube channel The graveyard now is held with iron strong, Its gate a guard of iron, marble marking all; Each name is carved, each life made long By stone that tells where fathers rise and fall. But oh, the olden ground I knew in my youth, Where tall chinars kept watch in solemn air— Narcissus' breaths crafted hamlet side smooth, Stars that crowned each moss-soft resting there. I saw Romanies stay in corners with their birds, The season harvesting, and by the fire at night Their airy fairy tales, half-forgotten words, Glowed warm as embers in the waning light. In autumn days, gold maple leaves did pour A rustling music around—gone, alas, no more. ----Affaq  #LyricalSonnets #PoetAffaq 

​How pleasing were those lost days of ancient past, The walkways, by windowpane he read The throne verse at dawn’s first glimmer cast; Ecstasy through waking fields was  spread. Eternity’s own music filled the happy air, His voice entwined with cuckoo’s early song; The scene grew lovelier, gentler, calm, and fair, As if the hours themselves would linger long. And in the vesper’s arrival, the angels near Bent low to send their blessings from above. That era now lies faint, faded and unclear— The cuckoo dust, the voice, the home of love. Still those echoes through the shadows glide, A whispered festival once lived inside. ------Affaq N.Affaq