Forever Sonnets (Poetry Blog)

Edhe's  Daughter A half-witted I was to sleep at spring time  In walnut tree; when wind was sweet and cool In asleep my lily hands have been tied  And was made to drink an unsweetened fruit  A half-witted I'm, some Savage; entered my bagh, And stealth my chameli when I was in asleep Mouth is sealed off; a hesitant to fight back  It's a melancholy that struck me deep, No more smile, no more time to play with moon A half-witted, I was to sleep at spring  Tide, now scary, scary I set alone  Recalling the days of chameli at evening #thepoetryvineyard #lyricofluscina #thetwlightstars #poemhunter.com 

In true love age distance or caste has no meaning---- Admire  In the rainy drops, she trembles as like a flower,  Alike, darling bud; in the rhythm of the shower,  She can't murmur, a moment without me. In true love, age, distance or caste has no meaning,  It's an old chronic; thus don't lay in doubt. A school of thought; that believe's in these silly things. She is still oblivious, as how the occult is intervening. It's not something inborn; but endowed  The melancholy is, she is not  leaning, Facts of logic or arithmetic; yet she is uncrowned Jolie fille ! take wit to work, death gives not the clink. Or tiding "I'm coming " like a sound .....

Dal lake ----------- Zabarerwan tulip garden lies, upon the shore of Dal lake-  A miracle of bluish waters, sounds more bright over tops of mount Solomon-  With one glimpse, pulse beats in rhythm of ecstasy-  And departed, emotions again shake,  Crown of Kashmir is, the Dal lake-  In the moony nights lt sounds like as a newly wedded damsel-  You are flame and I'm a candle,  warming together, Ah, my angel-  In spring of youth, she was my selection,  So lovely was, the shine on her hairline-  I forget my loneliness, it was an  affection-  While mystic breeze, hails forth, murmuring in music-  At breath of morning, Ah, then  I would tread to the lonely lake restfuly-  To give my darling dreams a new shape,  In the mystic landscape-  Though, Affaq a long ago, from her touching scene escape-  When wood hawks grid a pitfall on her shore-  By league of amity forsure, her dignity will restore- ...

Many issues of world arise from  lisgistic errors  And miscalculations, so play not with words, When you enter into garden of love  Start it with true belief; and pulse of heart. Put forward at all levels a realistic effort  The words that brust on your lip; ought be like pearls When you leave your Beloved; and seek for others That's why --all your work is in vain, "This is not said by Me" but by your Creater The Lord of all universe; who has got 99 names And who always calls you; and refrains  You from sinful ways; and not  harm others #linguistic errors #true love #beloved 

Guest of January ------------ And finally, she was with me in January, It's the season when snow veils the valley entirely She loves mushy zone; the vale was like Miss edan !  With bees, and crockroaches  she has a chid;  That's one reason why she select this season Amazing apple trees bathing in snow beguiled Her spirit; thus she pinned a dozen poems  About all wet things as like; leas, eagle  grove, Willow-oak, fobs, rills, riverside's, hilly folk, gravel road and dunn,  Her pleasure, had no end; but I told her Choose the snow shoes; there 're no rules She stayed more days; till the paltry sun begun  To heat up earth, away from odour  Thank she enjoyed; the snow blasts of January.........

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