“Your thoughts are the fruits of the tree which your memories have planted.”
– Hafiz Mohammad Yasir
Author: Hafiz Mohammad Yasir
As a Fairy…
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.
Little Melon Lover
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.
El Fairy Princess – Sonnet No. 7
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
Weekly Photo Challenge – Half Light
Weekly Photo Challenge – The Harmonic Notes
A Door Into The Past
As I see and remember my past pieces;
which are the strings binding my past;
a sequence plays before my very eyes.
They never fail to remind me;
of all I had achieved.
And never fail to sadden me;
over all I have lost.
These words written in black & blue;
and red & green.
Remind me that this whole world;
simply is mean.
Though there are people, yet none for you;
only for themselves.
Therefore, this Door Into the Past;
I must close;
but should I? They are all the memories;
of my own prose.
Different though, am I, but can I;
bear part with all?
Be happy 😊
Life maybe unfair;
Unpredictable, hard, trying…
Yet the world doesn’t end here;
You may have lost a few, yet I remain…
Yes the choice is not easy…
But happiness can be found;
During the darkest hour too;
You just need;
Be happy, joyous, laugh and enjoy…
The world will seem a better place… And I am ever yours…
Weekly Photo Challenge-Season of Ecstacy
To The Princess – Sonnet No. 6
Thy lands of sweetness might never wane;
Thy echos of love & beauty might never wane;
Thy appearance shall never fail to entrance me;
Thy bond shall never fail to enhance me.
For all these years, together, we never have been;
Yet your Incessant Grace, I’ve always seen;
And now I find you my closest, loveliest shadow;
Inspiring me, encouraging me, like a rainbow.
For were it not for you, and your love, serene;
Were it not for you, and your beauty, serene;
There might have come a time when writings failed;
Several rhymes betrayed, several songs failed.
And therefore, honestly today, I apprise you;
I have, for months, and still do, love you
