Forever Sonnets (Poetry Blog)

A jailed bird  Each night is for Me, a stress and strain  And each day, is like a tempest, please!  Write my story in a poem or  Prose,  Or in haiku, but anyway, write it's thought. Provoking, a harmful psych-emotional assault,  A  disdain, that over years; I do sustain. Should I' shun My holy faith? to displease?  My Lord, the inventer of unseens who knows-- Things at My home; though-a bit off,  'Talk in low tune ' My hearld, there are Owls,  Left to right, more racist, last night,  They threw hungry rats on my roommate-- And bats in My cell, to make me terricfic sick,  My hips and ribs, have burns of cigrattes,  Hurted my elbow, then wrecked my eyeglass,  By hit and kics, they hooked Me into dire fate-- Wait for a while and behold:   'food-stuffs-expiry-date'  I don't like to tell you more,  My harric scene,  That would probably demoralise you,  My host, I pray! you'll never see this di...

It is something that hurts inside when somebody interprets the definition of depression, I can't say you are offences, those people are talking bluff, who knows you might be virtue but little back you should not be the victim of others one day or another. Depression isn't a complication it is a disease. It can be cured and sometimes it cannot. The disease has no age, anyone who is emotional will acquire that disease. But you should remember that it is not a sexual disease. If it was a sexual disease do you think the six years old child will be having sexual desire???  The sixty years old woman will be having sexual desire??  People gossip about depression saying, " Ohh that disease can be rehabilite if he or she obtain marriage". These things are happening more to girls and getting victims. I have some questions to those who think getting married will cure the disease. Will you able to let your daughter who is of six years old marry a man who is of twenty eight years ...

People get married and some of them don't know how to stipulate marriage. Yeah!! it's really difficult to interpret marriage. You are not married with gun point on your head. You prefer your marriage with the person whom you really wanted to spend rest of your living with strong bond. When you first marry, both of you will make a commitment saying I won't leave you alone, feel alone and will be together in any difficulties till the last breathe. All of your companion will wish "Happy Married Life". But you will not know how hard will be your married life.  Before tomorrow people think marrying is something that should be unpretentious and one of the trouble-free work of your life. For those people I think you are having misconcept with the meaning and authority. At home being somebody's wife/husband is a great influence you are taking. Living with someone whom you really love is enjoyable and you are fortunate to have that person but  after marrying that perso...

 Do you want to come my whistful land?  Ah, it's quite far on the giggle Moon,  Escorted by the tall snowy mountains. And neighbours to the joyfull sky. Do you want to come My wistful land?  O! come in the cloving month of May,  Whilst narcissus open her hairs  To kiss of love day, When Demjok would wear her's  wedding band. And the blue joy: celibates his birthday. In sweet early hours of the May. O! if you truly come aye! come by Airway,  Kia! coming here is naught an enfant play. Ame! you've to pass throu cliffs and ridges,  Then by a series of wooden -bridges,  Everything here is cooler; we use not the fridges,  O! my little cottage is situated in this virgin valley,  Where wind blows slowly up the alley.  Forget not our land is famous  for hiking, Go on donkey or with hound to far tramping,  Or you might like to climb the magnetic hills,  Where celestial Music do often thrills,  Upon the breasts of...

I'M Happy To Remain A Butterfly Midnight of my passing years . . . . Did someone knock on the mute shutters or was I scared in a dream? What house of love is this? Such frightening rocks litter its base, its windowpanes already chatter. Perhaps the dread lies inside me more than anywhere out there. My dread of his handsome looks, my awe of his mind, my fear of a dance of wild abandon before his pursuing eyes . . . . Mere covers. I don't wish to say: "There he is." Why should I lose what years have gained: my life of freedom, my free mind? I know if I ever fell into his hands he'd swiftly turn me into a housefly. Confined to the walls of his desires, I'd forget I had ever known the joys of light, breeze and perfume. Yes, I'm happy to remain a butterfly: though life's needs conspire against me at least my wings are still intact.

 left except this golden heart. Nothing left Nothing left To give you as a gift of love Except this diamond heart That can shine in your murky way. The blood stream has been poisoned. My head has been turned to barren The flesh has been cut a hundred times. All are broken in course of time as pieces of glasses. This heart only l spare for you. Take it as my gift of loving and caring you. Let it saves a thousand cells of you. Let it heals a hundred broken parts of you. Let it shines as your midnight lamp in trouble. Grap it softly and lovingly. It will never be broken Though the hull of skin and bone turned to ashes. Nothing left nothing left To give you as my special gift for love Except this golden heart. Take it keep secret next to your soul. It will bring you holy water From rivers of heaven. It will shower in your garden of life. It will beats in rhythm As the best symphony eternal.

The bulbul's care is naught but the rose is his mate dear The rose's care is naught but to bring grace to her cheer  Not all lure is what brings the lover's heart to its fall Master is he who bears compassion to his thrall. Now comes the time when blood gushes into the ruby's heart For the shard hath shattered its value and worth in the mart. The bulbul's power of speech came from the rose's boon  Or his beak would be devoid of all this song and tune O thou who in the street of our Love tread Be careful; or his wall may shatter thy head The traveler is accompanied by a hundredfold soul Wherever he is, health and well-being be his dole O heart! Though the dice of health to thee was cast Sweet is the lot of Love. Cling to it hard and fast Intoxicated, the Sufi wore his hat askew Two more goglets, aslant his turban flew To the sight of thee the heart of Hafiz had been inclined It is now cherished with union. Put this torment behind. ------A translate version  Poet:...