Shades of Hope

 

Silver wings,

Alighted on my hands

Danced before my eye

& fluttered through the skies.

 

Golden wings,

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.

 

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What are thoughts?

“Your thoughts are the fruits of the tree which your memories have planted.”

 – Hafiz Mohammad Yasir

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

just a passing Thought

A lone figure, sitting by my side;
And I, flowing softly,
With sonorous splashes, he the waiting one, I, the waited one.
A bench by a river, serving anyone, everyone, unbiased;
If only life could be thought so, fair, and just…

How great the world would be? How wonderful???
Ohh, what a dream.

Thought I Could Write – Sonnet No.1

Thought I could write a novel;

could not, daft ideas, bore.

No problem, several kinds of prose;

do exist in literature, several I adore.

Thought I could write a story;

could not, again the same blank.

Then again, no problem, I can always

cross this river on another plank.

Thought I could write a poem;

again no, blank head, no words flow.

This time, problem, for what else;

can I write, nothing else I know?

Well, you ask what did I end up with now;

Can’t you see, can’t you see, what you’re reading now?