“Your thoughts are the fruits of the tree which your memories have planted.”
– Hafiz Mohammad Yasir
Alighted on my hands
Danced before my eye
& fluttered through the skies.
Far as far go the lands
Far as far go the skies
Rose with a flame of sighs
And in that hour of crescent moon
And that hour of golden light
They cast forth their melodious croon
And thus began my heavenward flight
Over the hill n’ through the clouds
Through a bed of roses of varied shades
Through woven stars, their heavenly sounds
Left a ray of love of golden shades.
Far across time, when they will fly past
And find me pensive of a solitary heart
They will again dance before my eyes
And bring back to me, my smiling sighs
I will then smile over that golden light
And begin my next heavenward flight.
Sleepy like a child;
eyes like a baby.
Dreamt and sweetly smiled;
then awake ‘s a fairy.
Harboring the star;
graceful as a lady.
Her dreams fly so, so far;
yet happy ‘s a fairy.
Brightened these stars;
She, Heavenly El Fairy.
Dims Venus and Mars;
when shines ‘s a fairy.
A little girl lived on the banks of a curly river;
she was little, round, plump and daily getting bigger.
‘The Girl’, just that was her name;
even though it sounded so lame.
This girl loved sweets and fruits;
and most of all, she liked melons.
She bought ladles of these fruits
and bought all sorts, red & yellow, tasty & juicy melons.
Once she went to a little village town;
known for its scrumptious melons.
there she saw it, the melon worth a crown;
for truly, it was a king of all melons.
Large and round it was, with dark stripes;
green like grass, big as sailing ships.
the fruit held flavours of a hundred types;
and The girl started wetting her lips.
She had no control and bought it whole;
no flavours to spare, all of it together;
and brought it back home, brought it whole;
to enjoy all the delicious flavours together.
but alas! On the way back, it rolled off;
“Oh my melon, come back…” She cried.
it paid no heed and went off & off;
pieces of it broke off. “Oh my melon”, she cried.
but such was written in the stars;
no man (or woman) shall enjoy these tastes;
unless he (or she) shares it from Earth to Mars;
so “SPLASH!” went a large bit into water with all the tastes.
and therefore dears, if you ever see;
a melon growing large and juicy sweet.
Know that this little girl, little though was she;
was one round, plumb reason why its so sweet.
For the waters of the curly river flowed on with the sweet;
and made all the melons of the world a real treat.
Behold her, upon thy pupils entranced;
ambling away underneath a veil of eau;
silken streaks run across her moonlit face;
n’ the mist shows her like a flow.
In fleeting life, t’is angel walks forever on;
beneath shades of blue or blades of green;
beneath skirts of dawn or shadows of night;
to leave all her grace where she’s been.
She hath not, a purpose for self;
She glideth under clouds & stars alight;
and glideth forever and all around;
to hold darkness alight & shadows bright.
In mine life, she doth play t’is little part;
El Fairy Princess, hast hold of all my heart
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