Forever Sonnets (Poetry Blog)

Hopes less and desires wider, some are thankful. Some are always expressing a sort of disquiet,  And someone’s disaster is another's delight. Some are fairly humble; they do suffer more, allright. We are held by some brute force and are unarmed, Our legs are tied with ropes, our tongues have been Sealed, we have no lofty hopes, with peace and liberty  You can make your own fortune. and in slavery You will always grow sick, today we dwell in a world  Of inequality, unjustness, tyranny and insatiability. And diese gift is given to us by the Social lords,  Political elites, they cherish the  irrational hostility,  Oftentimes, they desire to have  own monopoly  On all the institutions, resources, power, and  The public treasury, to heal this wound will require time..... ©Affaq Naibe 

DID YOU SEE MY AMOR ? In the middle of the night, I said, to the twinkling stars,  Did you see my Amor?  The reply came in non. And then I beg to the moony beams Did you see my Amor?  Again the reply came in non. And then I said to the morning breeze, Did you see my Amor?  Again the reply came in non. At length, I request to my own central part That's my tender heart, the reply  came in 'Yes' It's somewhere around closer to you, just feel. ------ ©Affaq Naibe 

DEAREST JOY  Stars slept late after spending all  their lights,  Sceneries slept early revealed the jolliness. Winds flew to far after playing the violins,  Clouds napped into ditches of the tall hills. Penguins sailed to cool groves and mute rills,  Every candle burn out slowly and silently. And the sweet night depart away sincerely,  Where are you our savior of the richest soil ? Give a voice, eyes see pensively, dearest joy In the solitude of night our spirit is annoyiny. © AFFAQ NAIBE 

Dimple of your face, where  are your child's days? Those youthful years, that name, fate and the fame. Ooh! life's nears and dears, all may have away gone. Where is your Barbie doll? Ah,  that little swimming pool. And Swan pair they used to sit in meditation on  The water's melodic tune, was it an Illusion? To the eye, or just a misunderstanding?  Where is the bird of prey? the wolves and  Tigers seeking to drive their  thirst away,  Where is your bamboo flute? Lamb on the leaping  Pasture, the night flight, glaring eyes waste away, See behind that trackless path. the wind blows Quite fast, we can't never conceal behind  As "How to live your life" is well defined. Where is your marvel of youth?  the fever of those Flaming eyes, Oops, how wonder  If you had  Strived to live for the holy truth, or maintained ties. Where is the splendid Sun?  Regent of heaven. Where is the dearie moon? pointing constant...

Look on dimple of my face, where are my child days? Those youthful years, my name, fate and the fame  Ooh! life's nears and dears, all may have gone. Where is my Barbie doll? Ah, that little swimming pool. Swan pair seated in meditation on the waters melodic tune,  Was it an illusion to eye or a misunderstanding?  Where is the bird of prey? Wovels and the tigers  Seeking to drive their thirst away,  Where is my bamboo flute?  Oh! Lambs on the leaping mead, night flight, eyes flew  See, behind the trackless path,  The wind blows quite fast,  With a Shroud on mattress pad,  Where is my marvel of youth?  Fever of my flaming youth, Oops,  Had I strived to live for sooth,  Where is the splendid sun?  Regent of heaven. Where is the dearie moon? pointing constant  Path to nights lonely traveller,  trapped by the typhoon. Where are the sweet smellings of rosa? Ah, coquetry  of Nachtigall and his lov...

Tumulte sur le rivage  Quel est ce tumulte dans l'ancien ruisseau ?  Le ciel est flou sans une lueur.  Les arbres tremblent de frissons et de fièvre.  Et la flore s'endormit avec des douleurs aux seins.  Ô étoile primitive, où est ta lueur ?  Quelles sorcières ont ensorcelé votre ciel ?  Vaguement, je vois une étincelle mauviette au-dessus de moi dans le miroir.  Demain pourrait être encore plus sombre.  La huppe a posé son lit dans l'écorce de l'hiver,  Laissant tant de non-dits à son amante.  ''Il a peut-être été induit en erreur par l'un d'entre eux''  Et elle s'enfuit avec la peur dans la tête,  Le piquant et le picotement dans les rêves ne sont plus.  Quel est ce tumulte dans l'ancien ruisseau ? Poet Affaq