Forever Sonnets (Poetry Blog)

aap kī yaad aatī rahī raat bhar'' chāñdnī dil dukhātī rahī raat bhar gaah jaltī huī gaah bujhtī huī sham-e-ġham jhilmilātī rahī raat bhar koī ḳhushbū badaltī rahī pairahan koī tasvīr gaatī rahī raat bhar phir sabā sāya-e-shāḳh-e-gul ke tale koī qissa sunātī rahī raat bhar jo na aayā use koī zanjīr-e-dar har sadā par bulātī rahī raat bhar ek ummīd se dil bahaltā rahā ik tamannā satātī rahī raat bhar

Da mi je Bese to davno kad upih duboko Svako slovo, skladan i jasan svaki stih Cistotom ljepote sto opija i nosi Opjevat misli pozeljeh, o, tako rado bih. Cudakom me smatrase pa i za ludu Cesto cuh, gubis vrijeme u stihu nesuvislu Nista od toga, ni slave ni hleba Ne odoljeh sebi, pisah jer dusa trazi i treba. Nije mi dano da kiti me slava, al srcem pisem Kako disem, sto udahnem to i izdahnem Mnogi su gori postali pjesnici strascu uprti Mozda ce mene kao i njega citati mnogi poslije smrti. Dani mi camotni, sanjam,sve lako upija papir Olaksava dusu, srce poleti a ruka sama pise U casu prevrtljivom bludim postajem ljubavnik i satir Tuga i sjeta me nose, nemir raste i uzdise. Mozda nekad, nekome uljepsam trenutke mladosti Poleti visoko uz pjesmu u plave visine Ako vec plakati treba, neka to bude od radosti Slavom se sreca ne mjeri, u ljubavi su puti istine. 28. July, 2021. Melbourne, Victoria

#pearlofheaven Sweet is the breeze that blows before My face Will blow further more beneath the heaven. Over hills by rural miles; then would return to My place, Along it is luxurance, the change the season. Sweet is the breath of morn; My beloved sweet  The melodies of fowls pleases the garden. Despite these bounties, who mislead us; so young ? Like a farmer, He stocks up enough fodder. And keeps everything in order clean and so neat, Solemn sun, treat the life better and keep, Regard of little olive dun, let not die her by cyclone hit,  O pearl of heaven, hold that promise, that we've thrown out..... #poemhunterdotcom

When Muhammad-sw; appeared on the earth The meritum turn to green tour with mirth  And morn hugged the day of summer Sombre nights fade away by moon light  New life start to run through the streams  Spring breeze hailed to barren fields  And mount sawda received the sunshine . Traditionally with nicest things a rich reaction yeilds He lived to guide the vicious;  they can too, Live with esteems like flowers in  their routines.. When they would refine their spirits  With elysian wine, he fetch a tenet from himmel That no one can do; and which is unique within its merits.... .

Sweet breeze of the brook  Slow go slow go, Slow breeze of the brook  Low low but go... Over the Affarvat clouds go  Return from the tallest peak With a new song that I seek  I wait anxiously at florist street  Blow again her perfume twice before my cheek... Sweet breeze of the brook Slow go slow go... Go go go; beneath the alpine trees Where my little sister long ago asleep Something missed: so my mind reels Sweet breeze of the brook; Slow go slow go; round the plum thicket Still in my eye trip the light of, that young looks, Go go, greatfully then come within me......

Play music of life, resound mountain bells, Send to sky; the goodwill of ourselves The groaning cloud, the sweet night, Pardon! the world of today; faces thousand hells-  Play music of life: resound mountain bells Play the evolution of life, Play the music of grief, And behold, how the meadows weep From coelum, the solution might come to us..... Play music of life, resound mountain bells, See the human activity; O you the murmuring wells...... An insincere attitude; the man has towards you, Strange, he has gone rather rude..... Sing out, our melancholic rhymes, Give keys of nature in hands of justice Sing in your happy voice; pale hued bird, these lines.... Favouring about tierra, who lulls us in her lushness... Play music of life, the dark days of dragon Must end in awful doom; And refresh, Beautiful memories, of those sweet spirits We see no more...........

Pretty lamb... Still the Eid-ul-zuha; is miles away, It's perfect time of cleaning and sewing, Ovas! has brought a young lamb in latter May.  Soon the festival of sacrifice is occuring. Ovas's young lamb is quite handsome, With pride they all call him the beloved.....  It's so lovely, his younger brother Kasam  Will take him to picnic on green pasture.  His sister Zaiton! been giving him eggs, Cookie's and cheese to eat in morn and Eve,  And green maple leaves, she also wash's his hairs. When he is playing alone, she laughs at him in her sleeve It's amazing, the pretty lamb has learnt  To live with humans, and leaps up all the day The main reason behind this attachment Is divine, it will remain there untill the day of Eid When all kids will walk behind him to Altar  And then pretty lamb; will be slaughtered to perform Sunnah of Abraham and Sarah,  Who entered,  In vow with God, that they'll sacrifice their beloved son.....