24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
Respected friends, i am from Pakistan, but born and grew up in Riyadh, Saudi Arabia and am part of the Pakistan Writers Club. Automation is my job, but poetry is my passion. Wrote various articles and local community reports that were published in news papers.
Throughout my life,
I was struggling the mania of
Not being admired.
Today I am happy and joyful
Literally, not much tired
I have buried expectations
In the deepest corner of heart.
Ignoring the negativity in my path
Just to take a good start.
Be merciful upon those who are less
In money, status, food and art
To bake a cake of joy
Mix them well along spirituality in cart
My eyes are bearing
the stance of that lady
Who was selling the little knots
Of love.
She was persuaded everyone to buy
for rekindling the sparks
Of love.
She was amiable from top to toe
give little buds to penniless kids
Just to express familial codes
Of love.
She neither took advantage
nor she hesitated to give
her earning tool in her share
Of love.
My Queen, my ladylove, my mistress
For you, I am lead in days and nights
When you are affixed at home,
I mostly bent on you as a syndrome.
Without you my sphere is anonymous;
I feel my daylight stars are missing.
An indistinct half moon in misery,
Your loving touch can solve that mystery.
When I inhale the lifeblood of your heart
It gives me a strawberry flavor
With a bulky mix of sugar
And as a regular drink.
Our love is self-importantly affirmed,
Immersed with kisses in the stream
Now again slippery wet arms around my body;
Seduced to grab the zeal of your hugs.
Here is my attempt at a golden shovel:
Line from ‘Marginalia’ by Richard Wilbur
<<Things concentrate at the edges; the pond surface>>
Some day I acknowledge relations, not things
Is the important belonging to concentrate?
The mourning and cries are nothing at
Their loss – education of a, an and the
Is significant, but why relation edges
In the mud of confusion and the
Perplex layers of silent pond
Hide their true face on the surface