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Fire — Leaving Ashes in its Wake

Fire! Fire! Blinding light!
Crawling, feasting left and right.
Its self destroyed, as crumbles stake,
Leaving ashes in its wake

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Doleful Spring (Part 1 translation of Jashn-E-Bahaara)

A practice translation of the song Jashn-E-Bahaara (and I may have changed plenty of things due to stylistic experiments). This part consists only of the first choruses.

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They talk that spring’s celebration comes;
But love bewildered, pondering hums
Why sullen scents flee from roses frail.
Some grief lies unseen in verdure’s veil…

When every sight blurs in fearful weep,
Where time itself has fallen asleep,
There you’ll find memories lost
In heart’s own caverns deep.

They talk that spring’s celebration comes;
But love bewildered, pondering hums
Why sullen scents flee from roses frail.
Some grief lies unseen in verdure’s veil…

When you’re not there…

My love brings grief, for you’re not there…
My soul caves empty, darkness drawn…
I stumble, reaching void’s own snare.
I see, and blink; you’re there! Now gone…

(Cinquain) Politicians

They vowed

A future bright,

To lead us into light.

And now as Kings, those vows they shroud

And smite.

(Cinquain) Power of Art

A double American Cinquain this time. 

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I stand

Still brave and strong

To face my fate, in hope

My pen creates a world where you

Can rise.

 

With art,

Skywards dreaming,

We grow new wings and fly.

Ourselves we’ll find,  in hearts and mind,

Reborn!

 

(Cinquain) Lamb’s Innocence

Lamb

Innocent, faithful,

Grazing, self bequeathed,

Sanguine trusting Butcher’s knife.

Devoured.

 

(Cinquain) Caged Sparrow

This little Didactic Cinquain is dedicated to those unfortunate children (and grown individuals) whose creative faculty and personal freedom are hindered or crushed by the society. 

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Sparrow,

Sweet, melodic,

Fragile wings dreaming,

Caged, chirping her doom.

Broken.

(Cinquain) Love

Love

Faithful, brave,

Yearning heavenly embrace,

Her smile flaming grace —

Bewitched.

Chasing Stolen Passions

A Quatrains chain in Iambic Tetrameter, for my love Jannie. A special Valentine’s poetry.

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When silence fell, and hope was lost,
I heard a voice of sweetest bliss,
That took me by a moment’s cost;
Then passion bloomed with a stolen kiss.

My frozen soul was seldom frail,
Yet fervent lips sets hearts ablaze;
I’m set adrift in longing’s gale,
I kindle uncertain, wistful rays.

Seeking, chasing, thirsting ashore
In ecstasy, two birds still dream
To quench this lust, fulfil this lore;
Those moments lost… Let love redeem.

Let go no more, we’ve much to gain,
Let go no more of this ardent leap.
You are the lie that soothes my pain,
You are the truth that makes me weep.

Love: Searching Past Those Lips

Wrote this as a part of speech in a cousin’s wedding. Life of love is long and adventures. Here I wish them the most joyous and enthralling one!

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Her heart, so gentle, brightened, burst,

Ignited when lips, though parting, kissed;

Nor he was spared, for he loved her first.

These birds bewitched: What have they missed?

 

The Sun conceals a storm within,

And Moon has craters yet unseen.

What spirit hides beneath their skin?

What changes await past what they’ve been?

 

But every love begs adventures still,

Embracing, enduring in frost and rain.

When hearts and breath, unexplored, enthrill —

Behold! They’ve fallen in love again!

 

In destiny’s reign, through joy and pain,

You’ll find them falling in love again.