Forever Sonnets (Poetry Blog)

Earth's Beloved Ah, woman, who gave you the beauty's name?  The empathy, the mellowed eyes, and the appealing face. And with that, seated you in the soul of man,  When the beauty fades away from the face. Then you are set free from the mortal pain. Nay, escape; your soul is poured upon the soul of man. The beauty that you hold is just for your man. And not to a world of unfamiliarity, and, oh man, shew honour And revoke command, for she is a blue passion. Flower, preferred lady! rejoice in your internal  Affairs, from your birth, your rights are reserved. Then again, you were crowned as the earth's beloved. Aah, both the serving air and ardent fire lie in you,  Despite all these, why are you so unrelieved? ©By poet Affaq 

Little pretty lass The day was long and deep—what a shower!  A rising cloud brought for the  smiling flower. That is newly born and taking cordial kisses. From the caring sun and in the shining hour  A young Gazzele comes out of the dorsal ridges. At that moment I had on my lips an aeolian harp. She looked at me with gentle eyes. I wreathed her Then she started to swing on the rainy grass. In the big plateau pasture that was full of yaks With my last laugh, I moved down the hilly pass. In curled grass, some thoughts of my misty past  Were with me along the way, and my mini map  Took me out safely, and I felt as though I was thickly lashed. I looked back, and she was still in knots of warm grass. As well as her baby heart being in her hand,  When her big eyes fell on a hunter, her luck ran Exhausted, she got away over the sizzling sand. To save her precious life like a pretty young lass By fate, little Gazzele escaped  another life attempt.... ©Poet Aff...

Where did he sweet and heroic friend flee away ? I ask, ?, where did the radiant star beyond  The hollows of the vault of heaven fell asleep. He led us all towards the shadows of peace. I ask, was not he among us just yesterday?" I'm weary; my memory is tired; a grief that's strolling Where did the sweet flavour overnight flight?  The pink rose has grown so sick, missing her sincere lover. And her's boutique is hung up without sidelights. In the house of pigmy and in  neiglbourhood,   There was a lament indeed, and my tears overflowed. Like a snow flower that has lost its sweet pollen. His smile was like the forever zephyr of early dawn. And a heart so lovely, like the flow of rain in a valley fountain. He often quoted: "Follow those who guide your being in the right way." ©Poet Affaq

Alice, convert your sweet cottage like a shrine, Every day begins with the song of the purple martin. And an early guest to you is like the sunshine  The musk roses grow only in fertile gardens. Meet the guest at your door with a laughing, Of course you have a right to raise a good question, In feast or famine or in the blessed month of fasting  Service to humanity has its reward in the resurrection. A glass of raspberry juice that you offer to one  By your sweet hands in the days of your unmarried youth  It's as like a merry tune in the beach sands On the floor of earth there are few days of amuse  And entertain, and then only doom and gloom  I am glad and wish see the prime of the moon  ® All rights reserved with poet  ---Affaq

When the strain goes away, and that time will come again,  I shall see you, It's my pledge, so bless me fine.  When love flows like a fountain with its hum hum,  I shall see you, let there be thunder, rain, or a storm.  Nothing will harass you, if the heart is lovesome. When passion is moving, at bottom of the bosom,  Salt, like a thing, doesn't beset a standing sea. Nor would the ship sailing on its waters cause disruption. The time is always eternal for those who truly love  And remember, it's very long for those who mourn  Would any one have a complaint with time, absolutely none  And in your sleep of negligence, it again warns  When the strain goes away, that time will come again  If your senses are active and your mind is awake, Rights with Poet  ----A F F A Q 

How quickly the time passed; I have no regrets  A fine piece from the time of my youth went away. I have no regrets. Nor i have  any heroic quests Neither I nor they would like to define them today. My youthful days vanish away with no redness, The manhood arrived with some more worries. There was once a desire to sail to some warmer seas, Time, let the rest be green, for the worthy deeds The bosom friend too has gone through serious ills. And here I m lined with some mystic things. It's a duty I have to carry out my day with weary muscles, In relationships and responsibilities, there is no excuse. This small island is also prey to serious bugs  Time has tied us up, and there is no way to join an aerobics class. ---Poet Affaq