Forever Sonnets (Poetry Blog)

SKYLARK   ----------- As the calm cerulean sky  look at me invitingly my mind flies out like a skylark to mingle with its vastness...! My sensibilities linger upon its breath for a while...  and its rhythmically beating heart,  and soon my wild esoteric thoughts  yearn to be one with its that pacific blue; Meanwhile... the white puffy clouds all around me shelter me from prying eyes as I fly, high and high  in search of that deepest core, and once I reach, as I finally reach that prismatic land of ecstasy and love, a deep sense of numbness engulfs me... I slowly succumb to that exoticism and a cry of sheer joy escapes my heart. Oh what freedom, such freedom.. I love you exhilarating freedom!! But this prejudiced world will forever remain oblivious to such a pearl....!! Born free are we.. but why does the world never agree..?? © Copy rights with Author  Moltreyee Raju 

OIL PAINTING  A new and beautiful poem  By Charlene Phare Oil painting  Walking through our oil painting  Among textured materials  Brushstrokes flowing perfectly So beautifully ethereal  Among textured materials  Creating greatest masterpiece  So beautifully ethereal  Inner serenity release Creating greatest masterpiece  Glorious peace as tensions fall Inner serenity release Precious rocks, heavenly skies call Glorious peace as tensions fall Brushstrokes flowing perfectly Precious rocks, heavenly skies call Walking through our oil painting  © Charlene Phare Poetry

 are you our pretty meadow gazelle? Here see, great sun is dazzling on the mead, I do see your pasture is shifted into a golf  Ground, once this lake mead was so honeyed. The fountains were booming up pure wine On every side of pasture there was sunshine. Let us ramble round the mead. together, From childhood we lived in this  splendid field. O! nimble lady, whisper to me some story My old companion you must now hurry,  This pasture is no longer safe and free, Wait and see I will tell you a horrible story. Look how it ruby glows in the stone The fairest stream run by him and murmured his moans,  Will run further with melodic tune and  Will  mingle in her journey to some unknown, See, my hand took up the flute to sing Invite all fruits, flowers to come in the ring. The perfume always  comes from the roses side, The true hearts on their ranks never divide. I have painted my image on the mead The field is fenced come and sow the seed. I s...

----My friend! our youthful beauty is a guest  Of a few days, I may waste as I found a buzzing,  ----In my head, these hairs you met are dyed red,  This blue gaze of three days, and muscle- ----So cute, thus please praise!  I am here few days. Haste and hug mine lip, ahh, a wine red. ----Go to slow, and entertain, It's hustle and bustle,  ----Ohh, I waste all the day, all day upon the way. ----This bonnie name, riches And fame, and this way of world is a futile ----Storm, I waste all day upon the way in flame,  ----Come still the breath is warm, and in form,  My friend! can you prevent the arriving storm?  ----That's is hovering over head of this dame!  The rose left the garden to open way,  ----For the gulah's and  I waste all day,  ----On the way and upon the way! ©Affaq Naibe

Wherever you live--- Be every pleasure there. Wherever you live--- Be the life there. These darks are my selections,  I don't see my shades. Wherever you live--- Be the light there. Moon is dimly,  O don't worry,  Be no darks of nights  upon night there. Wherever you live--- Be every pleasure there,  In clouds of despair. We see a rainbow,  We shall surpass,  The suffering nights,  Wherever you live--- Be the delights there. ©Affaq

Humming birds sing the loving words--- A million stars shimmering in the blue sky,  They have hidden stories: the sun and moon And the seven stars fell in  prostration before: the Joseph!  a young guy--- Was terrified by his brother's,  he survived into spring;  Yousef conveyed his dream  To his gray haired father who was musing.  And then Jacob, raised his hand to  extreme  Sky, and rendered thanks to the lord, his child was moving  To the 'Throne of Egypt ' that was run by--  Pharaoh! the former regent followed him, Then blind father received his sight that night,  And divine wind honored the golden crown to Joseph!  By dawn the rising star raised high on the Egyptian sky, And there was a new hustle and bustle into Nile's motion. Ah! humming birds sing the loving words second time,  with a devotion...... ©Affaq Naibe Singh the loving words