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…

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In the Shadows & Covers of Silken Black – Sonnet No.5

In the Shadows & Covers of Silken Black;
where, rain of love casts forth its accord.
I find solace for all ailments of mine;
as you proclaim all your wonders, divine.

For parchments may burn, writings fail;
as the powerful rhyme of time is sung;
yet memories shall flow, unsurpassed;
and your beauty shall shine bright, unto moments, hung.

Darkness shall fall, the moon down, stars out;
These rays of ecstasy shall be gone one night.
Yet, there shall remain, one such source bright;
It will be your grace, casting forth its light

Infinity will pass, times change, memoirs written;
But i shall ever remember you and see you in Heaven

Melancholy:-

Like tiny eyes,

on my window, watching me, knowing it,

raindrops, circles, colours,

the world is colourful but not mine. And the sadness,

I have felt, few have,

few can,

few will

For i remain ever sorry that I lost you and ever melancholy.

Can we ever, regain, the same times we had, the same memories we shared…….

and the same love we had.

An apology, a clean breast, and always helping,

is not that enough???

I am sorry and I love you.

First Feelings – Sonnet No. 4

When unto thy lands of sweet and sorrow;
when unto thy creations of day & ‘morrow;
aimless, yet for something, I wander;
I find solace for everything in your wonder.

For my heart may cry, my eyes share;
waves of regrets, and fountains of tear;
and if your heart may signify, a close distance;
that shall prove, through my heart, a lance.

And if thou may fear, clouds of despair;
rains of tear, and love springs of care;
then remember, forever, this promise of mine;
if ever, you need a shoulder, it shall be mine.

For love & affection and bond & care of ours;
might never wane, for infinite, a year or hours.

The Tale of a boy and a feline

There was once a boy named Charlie Ben;
who kept a cat named Mandie-Men.
The cat was softy and furry;
and mewy and merry.

One day, Ben went camping;
and left Men lonely lamenting.
When he came back, was he surprised;
there was no Men in sight.

(He had disappeared under the mat;
to make little Ben feel bad).
The boy didn’t find the cat;
and started feeling really, really bad.

Finally, he lost all his hope;
started crying, he really did mope.
And Men heard him crying out;
(Ben had, in sorrow, made a pout).

The cat saw this, the cat saw stars;
in fact, he mentally launched himself to Mars.
But then, the boy didn’t stop the tears;
he actually cried more than his peers.

So Men started feeling bad;
and came out from under the mat.
He mewed, the boy heard, he jumped;
looked around, saw him & jumped again.

Jumped near him in joy;
and played with him like a toy.
(More & more, Ben loved the feline;
so he slept near his waistline).

Then they went to the bed and lied down;
yet, their spirits were, by no means, down.
So they had a short nap after a supper;
and lived happily ever after.

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.

Your Glamour – Sonnet No.3

The shiny white expanse of the night sky;

or the glittering garments of a rainbow;

none can compare with the sun’s radiance;

save, my dear, your face’s glow.

 

Parchments will, one day, be gone;

these writings gone, the present past;

yet your presence will prevail in my life;

wherever I am, in this world vast.

 

Several years ahead, when I’ll look back;

and marvel upon the time spent with you;

I will be as I am today;

always, my dear, there for you.

 

For you have given me peace and pleasure;

and kept my  heart light as a feather.

Song for a Friend

Splashes soft, gentle and low;

sounding on the pool of love, they echo.

Moon peeks out when all lights hide;

what love found, by your side.

In the moonlight, I saw your face;

shadowed under the night sky,  a star;

glowing bright, giving rays of admiration;

what beauty you have been bestowed.

when lightning clapped in clouds;

tender drops, slowly fell, blushed by your beauty;

beam of love went through the wet clouds;

as they heard your soft and gentle voice.

Flying Through the sky;

Angels Passing us by;

wonders unknown to the eye;

in great love, we fly.

The Truth

We were strangers when we met three years ago;

we were friends when we parted after a week.

We were friends when we met again;

I was influenced by my friend’s voice a few days after.

My friend told me I was the best writer;

I did not believe my friend was speaking with deepest feelings

I was doodling when I wrote four lines and gave it to my friend;

and forgot that those lines existed a few days after.

I understood how much they liked my art;

when I saw a paper in my friend’s hands.

Unfolding it, I saw the same four lines;

which I had doodled a few weeks ago.

Those lines developed only to three stanzas;

and I dedicated it to my friend only.

Parchments and art may one day be gone;

but I am happy that I have a friend who will always stand by my side.