Forever Sonnets (Poetry Blog)

Neither I have a complaint with you nor a petition. Be in peace; this is my prayer, quite worrisome Are these love's ways, let's walk; I  already come. In your company, indeed I had seen some Illume, and somewhere heavy gloom,  Here, the fortunes of candles are decaying. And there they are burning in the front room. Greetings to your heart's world. I'm praying  Ooh, don't be panic; it was out of our reach,  Neither I have a complaint with you nor a petition O' warm sun, our dream, our fortune faint away Without more fun, Is it here's tradition? ---- Poet Affaq .

Ah, green valley in the lap of the great Himalayas,  Here the bird sings the salvation song night and day. Here, camellia and crocus takes happy breaths in minus, Amidst these mine heart repeats its enlightened days.  Here, the woodwinds play the paradisal music With razorbills, the birds of our pearly seas. How handsome is this dale for penning love elegy,  Away from any turmoil of upper or lower class, Or any sort of injustice, inequity, or jealousy. How wonder the nature sings round the clock,  My heart yearns to lie on this woven grass, Here is the complete remedy to my frenzy. These scenes of unexplored snowy peaks  Would dwell forever in my keen memory. ---- Affaq Naibe 

Just please visit me  May you take notice of me, I am a little lamb On your endangered planet, just please visit me. I wandered like a bird around your pinkish fields,  Which feeds the every thirsty, none is as  Affectionate as you, just please visit me. Quite humble you are, ever shining and  Unparalleled beauty, just please visit me. Garden dove linger for awhile on my shadless tree With a long, passion deep, just  please visit me.  I beg your pardon, is it love which alters like The changing season? just please visit me. ----May you take notice of me, I am  a little lamb On your endangered planet, just please visit me. I wandered like a bird around your pinkish fields,  Which feeds the every thirsty, none is as  Affectionate as you, just please visit me. Quite humble you are, ever shining and  Unparalleled beauty, just please visit me. Garden dove linger for awhile on my shadless tree With a long, passion deep, just  pl...

TULIP BABY  Praise to him who grants you the painted beauty, Winds and venues leap up with sweetness. Salute to your petals! Ah, dear Tulip-baby!  My heart did swell through your shimmering greens.  Someone, an alien, just passed by your eden Wearied for many days, sojourned for a while. Your shady scenes have become more florian. Thus I fear your beauty might beguile me. Earth is feeling more fine through your perfumes, What a worthy festival of colours held by foothills. I am quite eager to choose here, a joyful bride. Nature has bestowed on you the beamy dyes, Your nude beauty is bewitching my eyes. The stars in the sky, spending all their lights, And draws nigh, the night with all delights. Nothing is so fragrant as the glory of a flower, Mine wishful eyes do love to see you hour after hour. --- Affaq Naibe 

Isle of youth  While the Teufel comes to enchant you, dear child, Go straight to your bookshelf; there lies sheer joy. Or, near a willow, sit along and hear the clear voice From the Isle of youth, moreover, share the sweet joy. Dear, sit near a swan river-daisy in mystic bond, Furthermore, write down your greeting card. Nature teaches you invisibly; it also corresponds. Dear heart, don't disjoint your spirit from virtue If everything goes away from you,  Let it go. let it go, But hold up the truth in your summer of youth. Sometimes, in life's flow, you would need to untie Wires of your guitar, share with those who suffer abuse. Dear boy, the Teufel who does pursue to enchant  Can make you pale, puny, and mute; obey al-furkan  Its pages are like branches of a golden honey plant. ---- Affaq Naibe 

Tendely, this bonnie life is like moonlight of few days,  So hug-me-tight, and extend on me your mercy.  This darling life is like the seasons of the year, The rattle of winds in lovely night,  sudden whims  And then silence, this brief life is like a fragrant cheer  In the flowers tear, few momentary splendours  Then hidden fears, don't go astray with one's occult powers Tenderly, this prime of life is like a flame of candle, melting Down drop by drop, its each spark is thought provoking  As long as oil burns in the candle the flame dances  Lighting up all around with splendor Spend it with care, obtain from it straight answers,  Don't fall to false splendor, and be always prepared  In the end everything seems--------a flop  ---- Poet Affaq