Forever Sonnets (Poetry Blog)

I saw you on the bridal night, when jolly was flying. All over villa, and Luna was shining lonely bright. And the whole Alam "universe" was around you, The candles were burning on the silver stands. I saw you on the splendid sofa  and female friends Painting your pinkie with henna tattoos by their skillful hands The bridal night was sending sweet pleasures. Through the fairest hurries shaking their hands, And the winds of paradise were roaming, with trays Of perfume on their hands, and mariposa  Was making the rounds about the ember lamps,  I saw you on the bridal night, and all those beauteous Still lying before my sight, I saw you on the wedding night. © Affaq

   <script async src="https://pagead2.googlesyndication.com/pagead/js/adsbygoogle.js?client=ca-pub-9302409638335249" crossorigin="anonymous"></script>

I am a nightingale, and I sing on the roses. I went to the garden of Brahma and saw the Buddha. Beneath an old oak counting the sorrows. Of the world, I m a nightingale; I sing on the roses. I went to the landscape of Mathura and saw shakthi  And then I heard the love song echoed by Shiva. Along with your aunt and her kin, all the happy. And then I was lost in a young sea of loveliness. I am a nightingale, and I sing on the roses. I flew over the top of Sinai and saw the palm tree. Where the Lord called on Moses, "Stay, I bestow You the book and the stick, ashanti; you've got me." I am a nightingale, and I sing on the roses. I fly by sea to Nazareth, where the star rose. And glowed that landscape and he founded His reign far to the east, where son of Madina Took the lead on the different routes and led his  Caravan of oneness of God beyond the Caucasus I am a nightingale, and I sing on the roses. I am a child yet, and believe to become more courageous. ---- Af...

Gray falling leaf  The moon is broken like the pennant of a Widow,  And every star friendless; sunk into thoughts. Very tired laying fully restless on long pillow. Along with, clouds of grief stay like a funeral. Some heavy O many are teeny-----all endless On music of hiccups, the heart weeps. struck Into swallowing deeps, I've not resting place-ravaged,  No loyalty or the security just am a savage,  A tearful life my fate gave me displeasure. Go away O prevailing winds! take your passage. It is my irony of fate to put to scream my soul. Life came up weeping-dolorous,  from my grief  These are naught the flowers, they' re the wounds,  My own shadow itself split from me,  I'm lonely  in the festival of grief's, thus mine life  Is like a gray falling leaf. © Affaq Naibe 

How long shall I wait? my soul is  unsteady;  O, brilliant breeze of the green fields, show  Me that radiant face yet again—that's enough. And enough for me, in my wet dreams I do see  And I do see, those grapey eyes go round me. O, companion of my pain, give me that sleep again. How long do I wait up? the heart is burning up In your adoring straight way, give me those sweetest  Lips again, I shall come to you through the  Mountain by the glen, so that my lost soul may  Shine the sunlike, and my echo verse would  I salute you with esteem; get over my narrowness. Hit the scene of mine divine life, until now. This is my only plea of insanity, Ameen. ©AffaqNaibe  Companion of my pain

Praise to him! who have granted you the beauty,  Winds and venues leap up with sweetness. Salute to your sweet petals; ah, dear Tulip baby!  My heart swells with your fragrance, so unique. Someone alien just passed by your pleasant Eden. Weary of many days sojourned for a while,  Your scenes have now become more florid. I do fear that your beauty might beguile me. If God so wishes, I shall come again to see you. May the earth be feeling more fine with your perfumes?  What a worthy festival of colours held by the foothills,  I am yearning to make there my abode. The nature bestowed you the beamy dyes,  And this naked beauty is bewitching my eyes,  The gentle stars are devoting all their lights,  Thereby drawing near, the night of delights,  Nothing is so fragrant as the glory of a flower,  Mine eyes do love to see you hour after hour... ----- Affaq

Edhe's Daughter! A halfwit, I was made to fall asleep on the hillside. When the wind was chilly and the weather was murky. In my unconsciousness, my hands have been tied. I couldn't give a cry, see, smell, or even hear. And I was made to drink an unsweetened fruit. A savage entered my orchard,  and stole my chameli. Then stole the show and my dear keyed flute. My mouth was sealed off, and I was hesitant to fight back again. It's such a melancholy that struck me deeply. No more smiling; no more time to play with the moon,  From all the worries of the world, I'm now completely clean. It was a long night's journey, dame silly, eh, chamali. © Affaq