It has been a long journey till here ,as I publish my 800 th post today. Iam thankful to every reader, visitor, viewer of my blog and my friends who continously have encouraged me with their loving comments and through their presence. For my simple words , I write this!
“For affluence , I do not have words
my thoughts are unique.
different is my verse…
thou shall be comforted in the raging summers
as the lucid pleasant sprinkle on your cheeks
from the emotions of my poetic drizzle…
in chilling frosty weather
the ablaze of my burning passionate words
will warm thy soul as ever…
on lone nights, they can comfort thou
like a cuddling pillow
absorbing thy worries in dark hours…
in thy setbacks, or fall
inspiring, zestful glimpses
will make you stand with fervor.
O! friend ! my words cannot be diverse
but my reflections are unlike and inimitable”
The thread of the golden hope breaks in seconds
in disbelief, thou,hold thy heart,
with a grip of fear and restlessness
a thought strong , known and proclaimed,
thou,shall love me forever.
the lost soul suppresses the kindle of
with an urge to set alright
dissolves in thou forever.
Had I walked barefoot on every part of this earth
sailed through the different seas ,calm or rough
if only I had seen the mystical deserts, quiet and stormy
and the majestic mountains and hills… strong and gigantic
If I had breathed in the forest dark with glow flies lighting
and slept in the woods coniferous , sky kissing,
had I come across unknown tempests at every bend of life
and enjoyed the song of tiny birds… swinging on the perch of life.
Had I seen the glistening snow, sparkling white
felt the chilled breeze piercing my cheeks,
If I had stood for hours in the sweltering heat
and sweat profusely… to earn a morsel or a bite
Had I been lying on the grass in the middle of night
embracing the vast sky
the innumerable twinkling stars gazing at me
and the gorgeous moon gliding by…
treasured , then I would have the jewels of this earth
learnt to value the priceless gift bestowed
by the Creator of Universe.
The world has shook with terror again , seeing the Israeli attacks on the Gaza, killing hundreds of people. They have targeted homes and several victims include kids and teenagers. When shall this act of invasion stop and the world shall be spared from this kind of waged war.
The picture is just 20 hours ago.
An alarming news about the same: A Norwegian physician currently in the Israeli-besieged Gaza Strip has fiercely censured the Tel Aviv regime for its use of cancer-inducing bombs against the Palestinian population. -
See more at: http://en.alalam.ir/news/1611010#sthash.nmHMASmx.dpuf
Spare the world for some time,
traders of death and vile
the sky is loathsome with smokes of grey
terror echoes in the region, gunshots play the game.
Merciless cannons blast the homes
reside where the innocent teenagers and toddlers
under the crumbled structures of the devastation
look for the corpses of the loved ones.
How can’t your hands tremble and waive
While you wreck the helpless civilians
How not your hearts sink
When hundreds are killed without reason…?
Beneath the sky ,so dark and not azure
rise the fumes of hatred and agony
come ,extinguish the flames
of this inhumane behavior!
The fortress is my companion,
its walls my confidante
within the fortified ramparts
lie ,I and my solitary creeper.
It clings to a side
with a desire to feel the warmth
I, lost and abandoned
look for an auspice …
together we bind
knot ourselves in a string
hope where swings
light shines …
Hail ! thy wind ,we call upon
send us the fresh breath of the faraway blossoms
our air is stale
sleeps,the fortress in silence
I and my solitary creeper
fly away with the wind!
LET HER SLEEP
Amidst the weeds and few roses,
the girl in white…
in deep sleep
Shh! Dnt talk here
she will wake up…
After long , the dreams
so do not tread…
she is tired and fatique…
sings the lullaby
caressing the sleeping queen!
Sheds few drops , the clouds as tears
quenching her thirst since years
Let her rest …
Let her be in peace
Beside the coffin ,
The nightingale weeps!
Do not wither
O! season of unison!
I meet my love!
Embrace thy lilies
leap and kiss the
While I wait
for my companion
Remain here for
my love shall arrive
the air will be fragrant again
The birds will sing and
love the flight
Sing! O! season of unison
Here awaits my heart
For the love ,who is miles apart…
The lonely hungry nights on the footpath or
sometimes in the neighboring slum
The eerie silence of the darkness
or the fearful noise of barking dogs.
A little girl alone, walks
until her legs stumble and she falls
In clothes torn , patched up
hair unkempt and scattered
roughly tied with a soiled hairband
she wears a look of curiousness
her eyes though sparkle wide…
and their innocence shines
The glaze of street lights,
sound of honking horns,
the sudden screeching of brakes on the deserted roads
in wee hours
few shadows seen moving along…
the lone soul starves
beside the marriage ceremony going in pomp,
Where tons of delicious food and desserts get stomped in garbage
the leftover of innumerable plates …
she picks and selects,
cleans and eat,
taste her buds , which were once deprived….
Under the stars, she dreams and lives
every moment , she smiles and breathes,
A little puppy lost and stranded,
licks her toe ,
warmly she picks him up
A friend, she gets in this lone world,
loyal and sweet,
runs who beside her in sun or in storm
in drenching rain
or to sit with empty stomach
on barren rocks…
as a veiled maiden deceits…
metamorphoses into various shapes
with exuberant names…
lest anyone finds
the hidden coquette
she overthrows him into the tragic well…
Discontented, ever desiring
innocence burns out in her lusty eyes
she hath destroyed the realms
of peace and love
playing the fiddle to her tunes!
Beware! says the soul
here comes, the enticing queen
do not be her slave
dooms she ,every life…thence,
open your eyes
remove the veil…