Forever Sonnets (Poetry Blog)

—Only calm, calm, and calm is  mind,  after its rotation round the universe behind. ----Affaq N Affaq  #Sonnets #Poetry #Calm #PoetAffaq  #ForeverSonnets 

God’s Name is sugar melting on his tongue, But behold—his hand pours ash into evil game; He sings the Truth like songs forever sung, While deep within, his heart forgets the Name. His body stands where public prayers are said, But soul-ward slips to taste the secret vine; He scolds the clock, calls Time a thief instead, Lest hidden grapes should ripen past their time. He lifts the veil, then weaves another one, Stripping the gold to leave a hollowed space; He sits in broad light, appearing like a revered sun, An age-made saint in borrowed robes of grace. O friend, this isn’t faith—this is disguise; The Beloved sees through lips and into eyes. ----Affaq N Affaq  #Sonnets #ForeverSonnets #PoetAffaq 

From all I stand apart; ask not the why ?; The heart itself has chosen this release. Shall some breast house my grief; it wanders by, A reed cut loose, compelled to sing its peace. My heart was clean, and once I held it whole; Too much I trusted what so soon shall ring, Heart's a bird that seeks where joys console, Then leaves the branch as sorrow starts to sing. A stranger am I, in this vast domain, A city spun from dust and borrowed breath. I walked wide-open; who was there to chain This door, that let the winds rehearse my death? If once I vowed, forgive me when I’m gone; Send not my mail to earth, but where souls dawn. --Affaq N Affaq  #Sonnets #ForeverSonnets #MysticPoetry #PoemHunter 

From heart’s reservoir to trembling lips it nears, A ballad unnamed, but yet bonnie as spring air; The face unseen, what wandering spirit appears To bind my heart and leave my soul laid bare? From meeting gazes, where old penumbras lie, A whisper wakes—O speak, you sealed visage! What secrets stir beneath your beauty’s tie, To steal my repose or bless my passing age? Is Moon or mage the weaver of this charm That melts the stars who keep their watch above? Your glance has turned each rustic spirit warm, And made the blue vault testify our love. Tonight the orbits in hushed enchantment shine, While you, strange heart, dwell in all my time. -----Poet Affaq  #Sonnets #ForeverSonnets 

Ring me not forth to justify my blame; Your cruelty has crept upon my breast, And from your sighing eyes there leapt a flame That rend my soul, how could I lay at rest. Speak, tell your legend with a truthful tongue; Use wit, but slay me not with veiled disguise. Who in your proud, egoistic heart is hung? Reveal the shade that haunts your midnight eyes. Your cozening looks have long been foes to me, For none but I have glimpsed their covert art; And if your pulse beats sincere in love for me, Why still deny the knowledge in your heart? I stand near God—O damsel, now be mine; Whisper the tumult of your love's design. ----Affaq 

hear the cher ry leaves drink in the rain , And from the sway ing boughs the My na sings ; A lone ly Maid an through the vine yards of Touraine, Sow ing cro cus while storm -cloud swift ly springs . “O kind rain,” she cries, “A mo ment stay , For ard u ous it is that I must toil a lone ; Let me but fin ish be fore you loose your play— Then pour your full ness when my work is done . You know my need , as I have felt your long , And shared your anx ious long ing for the earth .” Still on the cher ry’s crown the bird , a lone in song , As though to cheer her heart with song ’s sweet mirth. “Whis per to him ,” she sighs , “how I have striv en so .” “I shall ,” the bird re plies , “and all your la bour show .” ---Affaq  #Sonnets #Foreversonnets #PoetAffaq 

An Oath of Treaty stands, an Oath of Flame, Through both the trembling heart would dare to go; For every vein is forged in pangs of shame, Still seeks peace—so still it yearns to slow. The heart—so small, but bears an Ocean vast, Here Longing’s tides in storm labour rise; Life’s lamp burns brief, while toil and dream hold fast, And Time enthrones itself before our eyes. In midnight realms these brooding visions stream, A shoreless Sea wherein barren phantoms glide; Some are bound by Oaths that rule the dream, And some by Death’s chilly whisper terrified. When Time’s iron shadow steals our breath, We yield the dream, to shield the Oath from death. ----Affaq  #Foreversonnets #LyricalSonnets #SonnetPoetry  #PoetAffaq