Perwaiz Shaharyar - Poetic cycle
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A THING OF JOY
A natural beauty
and a blooming bud
These are things to be sweetly loved
These are fragile,
So handle them with care
Touch them only with love
Creative aura spikes
exciting aroma and positive vibes
A Beetle knows better
How to awake a sleeping queen
How to unveil and an arousing soul
His buzzing around
Open the petals' doors
His slow and steady softening sounds
Stipulates such emotions all arounds
Buds slowly open her eyes
Beauty, indeed, likes to be sight
She wants to be deeply appreciated,
While showcasing her tender face
She likes the turtle not the rabbit
Who fastly tries to win the race
Maintain consistency, maintain the pace
If you want to win her heart
Beauty cannot be bought by wealth
It is not a commodity kept for sale in a supermart
First dive into the river of love
Lost your ego in the dust
Shed down your arrogance, anbondone your lust
Then you will be able to win her trust
The sweethearts will dance around you, I'm sure
They are adjustable more and more
Leave space for them
Try to adjust
She can leave everything for a sincere love
Just give her priority all above
Beauty is to see not for touch
Just kiss her gently but not too much
A beauty is a thing of joy
Consider her a living being not a toy
MARCHING TOWARDS JUNGLE
We are marching towards the Jungle
Where only one rule is rampant
Stronger eats the flesh of weaker
Where the might is right
We are marching towards the darkness
Where stronger kill whoever comes on their way
Where treasure is more valuable than tears
Where blood quenches thirst of the monsters
Where blood is cheaper than water
Where honesty is disability
Where compassion is futile
Where empathy is foolishness
Where tolerance is fragile
We are marching towards ancient cannibalism
Where arms make a man powerful
Where arrow and bow decide the destiny
Where sword is mightier than a pen
We are marching towards beasts den
Knock at on your own risk
Knock out round is being played
Where ringmaster tame the lions
Where monkey rides a bicycle
Where elephant is compelled to play a football
We are marching towards Circus
Beautiful girls are helpless to flaunt their long -long legs
Where a man becomes Clown to earn the breads
We are passing through such democratic farce
The whole world rests at the verge of devastation
We are witnessing smokes, fires and tears
Where human blood is soaking in dust of rubbles
Where innocent civilians are killed by guns
Where security forces are the biggest obstacles
In the way of peaceful protests
We are marching towards the world war three
Where even the heads of states are not free
Dictators are roaming out like zombies
Where afraid public are targeted at their spree
A few human beings turned to behaving like beasts
Whereas, our so called civilisations are at theirs peaks
Alas!
We are marching towards Jungle
We are behaving like truly beasts
MELANCHOLIC NIGHTINGALE
A melancholic nightingale in the summer days
Shines her furry quills of wings and the breast
She has become fed up with her repeated plays
She is craving to sit with her loving pair and rest
The memories of togetherness are aching
How sweetly she was swinging with her pair
Separation is really a rogue and heart-breaking
She thinks it is useless to live in a love affair
God has created the world to love each other
Turn this world a beautiful place with your deeds
So, I sing my sweet love songs to reach farther
Alas! My partner could understand my needs
The poet feels he is going through a deficit of love
The poet is as innocent as a nightingale or a dove
