Forever Sonnets (Poetry Blog)

Stars slept late with the spent lights,  Scenery slept early revealing jolliness,  Winds walked, to far heights playing violins,  Of his splendor and the vastness,  Clouds napped into the ditches of hills,  Take care! Cool groves still and mute rill,  Every candle burns out slowly and silently,  And the sweet night departs away sincerely,  Where are you? Give voice, dearest joy. When the solitude, my spirit annoys.

Nagara falls  ------------ Come, oh friend, let's go to Nagara Falls And listen to sweet songs  of native birds from Montreal hold an oath of unity and stay away from wrongs. In the summer season You're looking more lovely and tender It is my aspiration  for us to be together  in this pleasant  location. Come o, friend! Let's go beyond the stars  to azure skies, ah,they seem so awesome. Let's play the guitars  of love from the albums of Adam and Eve. The journey is slightly odd O friend, tell some tales, my soul, The wind is cool and the moon glows-  The stream that recites her tale  to dwellers on the shore. Ah, let come, we shall walk in shades of leafy trees ,  Like twin stars in a village of clouds.  toiling hand in hand with melodies,  While alone , I carry living memories Of our bravest heroes, now into shrouds .... Come O friend, let's go and have our holidays in Montreal.

Shalimar city park where we walk with our kids On its stone walls we do see images  Of hart of doe and fawns giving cheers to visiters  These antique animals dwell in these bushes throu dim ages Shalimar is a prettiest place where oak grows Parallel to parallel along great maples,  By it's eastward, the smoke blows over high hill's, And myth makers invent their own stories  Which never really exist .... But brings a momentary joy in ears of listeners  They do paint these stories with their lovely colors..... I had an opportunity to live with rustic dweller's Their femmes love to cook in azure esman The wood they use is free for them ...."Stella says "A very kind yoaman is in charge of kingdom of green oaks" In rainy days these green woods seem so awesome, When ligera breeze hails for hikking with her sweet notes.  And Stella smokes! before her fire pot no one.  Can dare to harass her, when her hound is by her side. And her pretty pair of pashma go...

Dwelling  A vinary! among the flames of marvel  My heart is unquite can take any shape.  The place I dwell and dwelling has become harsher..... A meadow of deers  A monastery of monks  A movement of merchants  A wilderness of wander lusts. I accept only a religion of love Where ever the caravan of love turns,  That's the belief; that's the faith  That's the path I do keep.

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 hortus. And stealth my chameli; when  I was in asleep. Mouth sealed off; a hesitant to fight back. This 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--

Ah, the heavenly breeze sailed to splendid site  Surrounded by high hills each rock is a masterpiece That swells my heart with joy and delight  Shall I ever come across such a lasting peace? The mellow Moon is gleaning woods with mystic light  Tonight it's silence; I hear not any echo boom, But a waters musical tune is constant- In its rhythm, the aroma of wild herbs  Are chasing the corrosponding breeze.  As soon the night goes deeper  I hear reciter's,  Sweet voices of feens singing chorus of their own, While I sat with notebook and lovely mate, The sky is dome, the earth is our state. The green grass gowing vast feels like paradise; Two forest hounds; also sat nearby hours straight  Like guards sent for us to sheild in green wood.  There is nothing like social status and prejudice, A pillow on which we lay is like clean wool Crafted by feen's with their fairest fingers. It's Allah's mircle with bricks of wine  He build th...

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