Forever Sonnets (Poetry Blog)

Life's early stage  How wondrous was my life's early stage like? The smiles of buds in the backyard of petals How wondrous was my eye pair like the twin? Stars shimmering ever amid the large pebbles How wondrous, was that lullaby night like the stella Seeping in lap of the moon in hour of twilight,  Since the spring field is lost, my fancy roves  Unaware into some oblivious vale, and sorrow Swallow's the soul but seldom the long  Comes up with a plea to the soul O heart breaker Don't lost in the dawn and dusk walk further And walk in your journey you may reach out  To an another vale of ecstasy although Far but it's more better and safe than sorry. ---Affaq

If night is peace, Some folks say, 'the night is peace's goddess' At dusky eve, she seizes all the charms. Whatever lies above the heavens and down On the earth and between these any few Is God sent? He is more than a loving parent. And is begotten by none, well, if the night If is peace , why is it not for the harlots? Or for the night thieves or owls escaping in sunlight For inner peace, ah, what the heaven brings Is sheer truth behind God's every creation? There is a mystery, and behold, it never shrinks. As well as a specific reason, and inspiration. For people of wisdom, and out of small things Sweet bells jingle if you show me integrity, Naturally, I may give you a kiss of peace. © Poet Affaq

In her opinion, "it brings cheer to her curly hair." She acquired pensive eyes and was witty wise. When the lambs love to make baby ruttle  On grassy path in clear skies to enjoy infant joy. Maria interacts her forgotten dreams with  Her tabby cat, who can understand some Oriya. Maria, departs for her home in tearful mode, In the evening, shades of the olive trees. To face severe mental torture by her stepparent, That was a harassing couple, tossing  The pebbles day long on their Varrenda. In hamlet of Lampang there lived a little girl. Hapless, she had some regrets, rues and laments  On her vulnerable face and  It is pitiful  That she did never entered kindergarten. Rueful, her liberty was nabbed by that couple. Those sentimental fools have sacked her future, They were neither the radical nor rational. Nevertheless, pleased with their genetic ways,  That doesn't seem so oriental.  One day she rejoiced in shady tree, And her shepherd friends came ...

Sometimes in the moroseness of love, I wandered quiet far and regrets I sang. Sometimes I slept on shore of springs,   And doom myself for your love's and desire. Sometimes on the heroic brooks I hung upon,   To meet my fond and the passion. Sometimes on my hut cottage, I laid my head, And counted the stars page by page. Though you vanish away with your redness,    Beyond the hurdles my welfare, I manage. Nevertheless! your voice stayed in my hermitage. ©Affaq Naibe  

In city of pearls In early morning I saw her fairy  face in golden Dew such beauteous in my life I  saw, but only  A few, while I gave my hand in her tender hand I knew, that I shall be again to Hyderabad. Love is as strange as the waning moon with the  Passage of time changing its mood. through  My past prime, I do remember. In the early  Morning, I saw her fairy face  In the golden  dew. If the wheel of fortune turns  again and  The golden youth holding us will  remain one day  We shall surely meet; in the city  of pearls  Again. In the early morning I saw her fairy face  In the golden dew,  in the golden dew---------- ©Poet Affaq 

I beheld a marine rainbow above in the heavens, It was still early, at seven, and the spring dove Was in her sweet nest, my lonely heart rose. And my drowsy soul felt joyous. Ah, I do hope The day will be pretty nice, and the sun is shining. Gladly upon the pearl dew, relesing streams Of flavour and the hue, may every day be like this. So I may not miss, ah, Mary, your present kiss. ---- Affaq  

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