Spurious Ecstacy

All the beauty of the world,
yours in a small room;
But can you, a player of the sky,
compare them……
with what being free has to offer….?

Oh to fly, be free….

not to worry about them…..

Enjoying the breeze brush past,
as you glide along;
sailing on the waves of winds…

Oh to fly, be free….

not to worry about them…..

Your Name – Bright Forever

Words may be simple;
they may be easy to read;
But Understand the power that lies behind their veil. You Can rise top great heights but you don’t choose to……. WHY?

On this plain today;
on that one tomorrow;
resurrect goodness here today;
move on there tomorrow.

For old trees may wither;

But your name is bright forever.

Appreciate what all a tree gives;
people throw stones, he forgives;
fruits fall down, and are taken;
the tree, then happily lives.

For old trees may wither;

But your name is bright forever.

Go ahead for you can do it;
change the world, as we know it;
mankind simply sees evils;
you go strive against it.

For old trees may wither;

But your name is bright forever.

Float above this sky;
people will pass you by;
turn away an army by your name;
The world will, in peace fly.

For old trees may wither;

But your name is bright forever.

Remembrance of Dawn

In my eyes, a dream was drawn;
as the moon got filtered by;
& black clouds shielded the sun in the sky;
came to me, the remembrance of dawn.

The remembrance of all things, wonderful;
the beauty of all things, colourful;
it was your face that was drawn;
the memory of a friend, remarkable.

Those clouds of cheerful, cheerful rain;
all my sadness, away they did drain;
the beauty which no world may contain;
few words summarize what may remain.

My friend, you are affectionate & kind;
your memories, most beloved, i find;
what affection I can count upon;
gives to me, the remembrance of dawn.

Talk to Nature

First, the moon gets filtered by;
Then black clouds take over the sky.
Never will forget that, I;
What beauty prevails in thy.

Like the lightning clap in clouds;
That shadow when upon the moon bowed.
You announcing it out loud;
What beauty you have been bestowed

The cover of those lovely flowers;
That made this garden a glower;
Those beautiful valleys and mounts;
Such beauties in you, I can count.

No doubt as to who made you;
And those droplets of tender dew.
Allah is the one, the Almighty;
He is the Lord, your creator, the Mighty.