Forever Sonnets (Poetry Blog)

The day of wedlock along the merry came, As you shift house keys in your mother’s hand. Atmosphere that was funny turned very calm; A halt came on the notes of the music band. Tears pause, linger in your eyes, a heartfelt pain “It happens as the emotions takes hold of the love” How long will they stay and refuse to wane? Will time’s embrace restore what grief had shoved. During wipes and kisses, rang the bell nearby; You held your tears with patience, a sight to see, Your mother have nourished you with a high  Care as Luna cares the flower in the dewy summer, At length, tears streamed down your face You spoke “they’re my vernal tears, I kept in vase” Poet Affaq

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Whilst in my quiet abyss, I glanced to see Your bosom, cold as winter's sickest breeze. Ah, see my loyalty, unshaken, stood by thee, Despite life's setbacks, which like snarling seas Did rage and roar, after that calm and cease. And in your eyes, like sapphire, I thought to find My peace, my jubilant joy, my heart's release. But you, O disloyal friend, did prove a tease. Your vows, like sunset leaves, withered and faded, And in my eager eyes, your love did dwell. For me, a monastic life the nature portrayed— I’m so grateful, I breathe, and all is still well. Under the shade of this solitary oak, I pour My plaint, and seek repose in heaven's roar. ©Poet Affaq 

In public, you profess your faith with ease, But privately, your scornful words reveal, It's your duplicity, or a mask to please, Your heart, distant from the truth, it conceals. Would you prefer to be a wilted bloom Or a petunias that attracts the papillons? Obscure feelings may injure you; set a plan To reshape your passion and visions. The beauty that you wear is of no worth To me; review your inner ambitions. Mere beauty is not; your attributes will go forth To plead your lawsuit, and take this huge leap That which you gaze at day to day is an illusion, And too deep; amazing, you are an alien. © Poet Affaq 

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