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My lost love

Oh lord, doth not she spoketh your voice,
Hearest me ,for in lamented yearn,
'Sighted' , I to the world bestowed,
'Agony',that, beauty burns.

Rainments , wore I , not of rare silk,
Embroidered with red gold,
For, thy gave me weal of love,
And all the riches,to the damsel , I sold.

When glanced your eyes, my malady melt,
And smile, ya allah, doth succour, my chest,
Slayed my wrath, for to my soul endure,
And thy holy company, raised my manly more.

Though time is naught but betrayed sand,
Flowers for thy, for mine, repent,
Fly, it , like a falcon, possesseth of lively wings,
Beautiful flight, but journey undestinged.

Let ,thee, bismillah, strive to the last,
Conquer thy love and trust of past,
See, those stars with bloom of joy,
Fate touches, thy feet , and THE life 'enjoyeth'.

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Beauty

Drizzling drizzling heart was like,
With steps in midst of forest light,
Soul though calm , but noisy creek,
Forest echoed with voice so deep.

Heavy trees with lively blooms,
With tiny droplets in night of june,
Joyful bees in joyful site,
Thoust say, this beauty , right.

Neither wilt or droop with moon,
And fade away after bliss of noon,
Or , is it born or sheltered in heart,
Which breaks when two lovers moves apart.

Oh lord , thou tell me honest deeds,
What is beauty and how it feels,
A beauty deep but long to keep,
Tangled with memories, scars so deep,
Might be sky,lust ,wood or rain,
Its every fragment, enshrined in veins,
Which dazes beat with subtle sound,
Is it beauty, u feel around.

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Wonder, ya, amidst of grasses green,
Azuring sky , with spot of golden bean,
Listless soul strolling by the woods,
Spots his glances on scene serene.


Bearing dew drops of the mist , carried by the ziphyer,
Daffodils reflected myriad bands,
And scarlet roses with safflower,
Rhyming ' freedom for their heart', unseen.


But , heavy heart dragged by me,
All this beauty to the void ,I see,
Oh, this spring hath cursed the life ,
And faith had brought a new misery.


Heat of the sun sqeezes the eyes,
Warm breeze striking the cold face,
Pictures past across the mirror,
Shrinking nerves in pool of rage.


Oh that damsel? Oh that girl.'


With face of moon and gazzel's eyes,
Locks of dense hairs shining bright.
Bliss of wisdom toucheth the lips,
Yet, florid cheeks and manner wise .


But time doth pass like sands on glass,
And all it leaves, are ,horror scars,
Better been with time, u fly,
Else, these scars do slay thy life.


Standing tall frivolously against ,
The ocean waves, bringeth maiden's voice ,
Yet, chooseth I , to let the pain ,
Poisen veins and heart, spoileth.

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Rosy petals spread around,
For the world it lies in scent,
But as the man , who plucked it,
Prickles hath slayed his hands

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T'was twilight, an orange shade in the sky,
Escaping the bounty roads, longing to fly,
Like a beetle,
Headed, I , deep into the woods,
Where meandering tracks loses its way,
And persistent doom , claims its stay.


Twittering and hooting owl in the nido,
Scoundrel plunging noisy creek,
Snake, rattling, its way into the meadow,
Forest , echoed with voice so deep.


The woods, now black with silver leaves,
For , moon doth plays its game,
Of zentangles woven with the sand of times,
Perplexes , destiny on the road, again.

Some or the other day, I think,
Is it agony or pain , burning the soul,
My eyes blink,
And tears as pure as etheral drink,
Carves a way to the world, allured,
With dooms and glooms of mortality,
As men has himself learned to shade,
Their heart under the shelf of iron,
Valience, courage long stood,
Now these , stretched limbs, starves for aid.

Some or the other day, I feel,
My head aching with the burden of,
Its accomplishment,
.....
.....
From war to winning the heart,
To the thrones of world from journey of stars,
Merited , gentle and divine life,
Full of vim and enthusiasm.
...
And laughs at them (my accomplishments),
For this man, has colded down,
As fist of iron, which wrentched the men,
Has shivered.
And wit of wolf as sharp as knife,
Has caught rust.

Some or the other day, I feel,
Should not the dust sprawl my eyes,
And lead me to the unbound sky ,
So that, my heart, alone can see,
The day in dark and lord in light.

But , for the time to take ,
Wandering into the wilderness,
Thoughts do say its say,
Like a cloudy motion of madness,
But, as I swere to lord ,I believe ,I think,
Some or the other day,
Would not I doubt my achievements.
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