Forever Sonnets (Poetry Blog)

SWEET HEART! O! sweet heart! you must not be scared by grief. Yearnings lie in the heart, so fill up the wounds. Knowing naught: when you'll drift to dry leaf  Raise and resist go against the rough winds. Like the young kids, sing life's sweet song  Gain wisdom as you might face tough skins. In life's race, and go on singing the lute song. Sweet heart! shake your inner impulses. you  You may become more wise and too strong  From caverns and potholes, a winner emerges. Sweet heart, you must not be scared by grief. Aside from this world, there are other worlds;  View them all, beyond the stars, and down the seas You've been brought for a great purpose to lead off ®Poet Affaq 

Where have you gone, little meadow gazelle?   The midday sun is twinkling on the meadow. As well as fountains that pump up everlasting wine. On the upper east side, I do see rays of sunshine. You didn't even see that we are both thirsty. Let us ramble on around the leaping mead Here together, we lived in hope, and it treated me Often times with close to heart love and peace  The joy and love always dont go along with life,  And every hour of our life can't be a floating light  Whisper to me who bestowed you the river side? The familiar tune, vast field and this river route  Look how the ruby glass glows in the stone. Twist of fate keeps you often in great unknown,  Now my hand hand took the english flute to sing. Get go with the safe route to escape misusing The perfume comes from the ground rose's side. I admire you, glow inside the hill, I do return to oceanside, I have painted my picture on this meadow sweet  The field is fenced; come an...

Speak to me! O trembling rose  why do you shed blood from your eyepiece?  Though, in sweet-smelling perfume, you dwell in it  Something you do feel or lack I suppose Are you sick, O sweet rose, or unwed?  The beauty that you wore  I understand is on lease, Same is my spirit; you're not alone, weeping rose,  Speak to me, for whose love these tears are falling. With a smile in your eye, "Ah,  My heart glows,  Wipe your tear, we both admire  the One and swap- - -. ©Affaq

The time will recall when we shall be no more. And the zephyr would set its melodic tunes at heaven's gate  When we shall be no more, thou hast given us  Such sorrows, there is no way to be less, no way to be less. With the smash of stars, nothing would cause  Disorder to the sky, no harm will come to pass. When we shall be no more, the nights will be burning. With the candlelights and the stars be shinning In the backyard of the moon, the time will recall,  When we shall be no more, birds will be singing. In the sweet rains, and flowers be smiling in joyful Plains, the time will recall when we shall be no more. ©Poet Affaq

Ah, green valley in the lap of the great Himalayas,  Here the bird sings love's song night and day,  Here, jasmine and lavender live along the happy breeze,  As well as fairly fountains leap up jolly jolly,  Here, the wood winds play the paradisal music. With razorbills, the birds of our pearly seas How handsome is this dale for penning the love elegy,  Here is neither a conflict of upper nor lower class,  Or any sort of injustice, unequity, or jealousy. How wonder the nature sings round the clock,  My heart yearns to lie on this woven grass. Here is the complete remedy to my frenzy: these sweet Melodies will live forever in my keen memory. ©Affaq

Вот!  Это событие последнего дождливого лета.  Я начал идти, когда солнце было еще позади.  Кипарисовый ручей, тень шла вдоль меня,  Но я не мог прикоснуться к ней;  она была как бы закреплена.  Мой дух раздулся, как будто вся красота была вокруг меня,  Тень снова появилась на полпути и улыбнулась.  Хотя для меня это было похоже на проводника внутри меня.  Я был один, и тень была похожа на дитя луны.  В какой-то момент он ушел далеко в пшеничное поле.  И танцевала с колокольчиками ветра, как моя сестра,  Некоторое время я сидел на наждаке, слишком беспокоясь.  Мое пурпурное сердце было наполнено ее застенчивыми улыбками.  Тем временем я искал искупления.  Ближе к вечеру, где я натыкаюсь на команду  Женщин, поющих хором  религиозная тема,  При сборе сушеного кедра  конусы,  Я так понимаю, это своего рода топливо для их зимы.  В то время как тлеющий день начал снижаться, а затем  ...

Heathwren The loyal sun of blue heaven sets in the west. And shy heathwren return to her mother's nest. By early autumn, the couple will depart to plains  Of Panjab, they're just a few days' guest to us,  Nice to see you, O sweetheart! In the garden  Of fruits and flowers, every year you come To visit us, and moreover, you are our part. And never carried with you despair or fear. Or the virus or disorder but bringing it with you Gentle breeze, the sweetness of berries, beauties Of seas, the dews of youth, shades of lofty  Trees, rejoice with me, ah today when everything  Is not okay, display the love is our remedy. ©Affaq