Forever Sonnets (Poetry Blog)

I live in the minority I have a clean tongue  I can teach, and I can sing. I have stong muscle;  I may perform better at soccer. But they drop me:  For, I live in the minorty. I have mastery in the  sports like the great Ali,  But they drop me,  For, I live in the minorty. I have an enlightened mind,  I can better run an art gallery. But they drop me,  For, I live in the minorty  I can't raise a question as others do?  If I will ever try so. They will put me into detention,  With these pitfalls  Mine boat sails low  And I need to rebuild its engine..... ©Poet Affaq

I paid a heavy levy   My saviour after you, I've no other locus to dwell in, For you alone, I live; when I leave, but will leave. Who, without you, can nurse me? when I've got stress in, In our prisons, there is nothing called the amnisty Is it not a matter of shame for all of humanity? I once drew nearer to the tempter to achieve the sublime. Then I paid a heavy levy, and myself hardly free. You've assigned me a deed, and I went a bit ahead. To preach to the people, they're unready, pursuing Their own muslings that're quite dreamy dreamy, In addition, under the name of "swift progression," The regime we live in is abusing the little people. Its aims and designs are extremely greedy. Doing all forms of evil to the grieving people. --- Affaq

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

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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