Forever Sonnets (Poetry Blog)

Ah, when you believe and do the great, You may have the gardens of bliss, triumph Be ever at your back, can prove a dark horse, Or if you grow self-centered, you’ll be a chump. Make joy and sorrow a part of your routine, Dwell saintly, forget not you’re a stranger. Sing honestly life's melody like a Robin serene, Oh, you may, but be not a tough entertainer. If you believe, or this rhyme will go in vain. The heaven itself tells the same allegory, Springs best born flowers repeat same pain, Time doesn't allow me to pen complete story.  True perfume comes from the flower wreath, Best approach is to instill morality in your youth. ® Affaq 

Some claim that love's above all things; You walked through sorrow's sullen veil, The garden faded, flowers lost their might; And stream lamented; hazes began to fail, You left us dismayed afar in spring's delight. May be, spring's return to heart we couldn't trace, The world did part us in sorrow's sharp shade, And legs lingered to chase triumph’s race, Longing to relish sunshine more days fairly fade. For livelihood, the pain outshines love's plea, In hunger's grasp, what worth is love's embrace? Our wars for sustenance stole love’s glee,  To heavenward steps’re rising with silent pace. Some claim that love's above all things; it’s true. Then why the delay, if it’s so, permit entry? © Poet Affaq  

In booths, you've spent your years, it seems, But what fruits have these ballots truly brought? O, bliss! cost of living reached to its extremes  Has change shaped your aspirations or not? And I recall, as a child, when I saw you then, Patiently waiting all day, hopeful, in that den, For secure shelter, work, and aid in your dire need. And waiting with a yearning with spirit to win. In freedom's name, your plight remains unknown, As promises dissolve in mists of regrets and fears. Pity, no job to feed, no house to call your own, Your sea of suffering, fall silent on deaf ears. Awake, dear voter, seize your power's might, For in your hands lies destiny's sincere light. , ©Affaq

In life's fierce fray, I quest for truth's lead,  Devoid this frame, world’s like a lifeless moor. Within your moonglow, my visions might spread; If you be not beside me, all seems obscure. O, jealousy’s domain, the mercy's call ignored, Amidst chains of woe, freedom's song wane. No eden found where once with fate I'd prance, Near temptation's fire we lost in disdain. Humanity’s ashamed below greed's weight. “Progress” they tout, yet greed’s their compass. Truth is trampled down by envy and hate; Oh, hope is less; the rest is mere harass. Those who dare resistance face the crown— Suffer ramifications or be overthrown. © Affaq

Whistle me not to prove my grievous wrong, Your cruelty did pierce my tender pulsing heart. With but a glance, your silent sighs prolong, And my inner torn wide, your legend to impart. Speak with tongue, let wit and essence abide, For false hypocrisy often wounds us intense. Reveal to me now, whom do you hide inside? Cherished within your heart, I’m in suspense.   Listen, your coquetry is my leading foe, And If love within your bosom sweetly beats, Your looks alone have wrought this pain and woe, Why do you not confess, pretty princess, your feats? Am nearer to God, your beauty slays me, thus Whisper, assuage the heartache, that twixt us. ©Poet Affaq 

April's wind ... listen the music When April’s wind does quietly kiss the rose  My forgotten days stir my thought’s hue  Awhile making them shine like sapphire in shows All obscure knots unravel and break through. In your sweetest shadow, I meet a new glare, You inherit all of that crescent's fair traits, And for me, you are temperate sweet and fair; This orbit of my weary brain, always feels   My goodness, witty fairy of the merry lane You are dancing without a care or stain  Forgive me, it's vain if you can't feel one's pain  All mists and smog got gathered to invade My pondside where my skylark is dismayed When April’s wind does quietly kiss the rose My bosom turns to you and sweet repose  ©poet Affaq 

Let us go far, where dreamed village hoard. Where none knows us, nor has ever seen, You’ll raise your tale in song of deep ardor, And I shall sing, though young, my heart be lean. Ha!, in a yonder village by the vernal shore, Let hearts break free, in soft murmurs, we stray, Amidst clouds, where none shall know our lore, Our secrets like the mists shall drift away. Flee from the customs of this weary earth, Which bind us close to drink of mortal wine, And make us shun the place of heavenly worth, Even though we’re pressed our spirits would repine. Come, let us flee to yonder dreamed abode, To purge our hearts, and share our love's loyal bond. © Poet Affaq