The Poetry Marathon

Recipe of Love!

Love is the only food for survival
Upon anyone’s end or their arrival

First take out all malice and grudge
From basket of life, not to smudge

Put mercy, kindness, respect and self-pity
Extract Ego, be watchful and very witty

Mix them well and grind all
Observe good deeds, to avoid crack and fall

Put your love on the flames of reality
Enjoy it with a discourse and tea

“My influence, My Lady”

I was nothing
But a particle of matter, living ordinary!

A lady grabbed me to heaven

And poured a something like love

That agitated me to revolve around my existence

Today I am better version and fruitful for others

I wish, I could have hundreds of lives
For ignition of same selfless passion

For some, that lady is mother
Daughter or friend as a pother

I luckily met with the woman of my choice
Who is Everything, I love you my wife

I call the time,

The time, which is in my hand,

I call the minutes,

The minutes, which are at the time.

Then I try to stop the time for life span.

In harmony of time,

In spite of everything,

This waterway knows more,

Because it will not intend for it.

It is in search of its path.

Even I could not touch the mirror,

Which reflects me my image,

The mirror was very chill.

Though I fall into a dream,

Find myself in a dark room.

No light, No window, No door,

But still I saw a shadow,

A shadow of false faces,

Mourning and Sobbing,

Asking to go back.

In the streams of stars

I expect your hand

Where we walk and dance

On the imaginary island

The beeps of birds

The silence of love

And the whispering of water

All are fading from my world

I am a rainbow

But it resolves into rows

Of seven beautiful colors

When we met, it turns red

Yellow and Orange are favorite dress

To relieve my daily stress

In the rainy green valley

I often felt the smell of indigo roses

The blue sky and violet bird

Is the real reality of my life

I have ambitions

To conquer the world

Of my dreams

As a spider did

To climb up the walls –

Never giving up the effort

Examine the tact of spider

It never webs on the floor

My attempt at a golden shovel below:

Original Line from ‘the Rape of the Lock’ by Alexander Pope

(Charms strike the sight, but merit wins the soul)

A bounteous gathering of lovely charms

With floating eyes, which are about to strike

Among the cloud of expectations and the

Hope – Is a bubbling rain that sets the sight

Slowly this love swings between if and but

Everyone tries to evaluate the merit

Who endures the pain and everything wins?

But who don’t compromise on the

Situation, must weed on existence of soul

An angel descended from heaven

A bud and blossom to heaven

In heart, a corner never shown

Honey, by you I have known

So precious, and priceless pearl

May you remain in happy whirl

You are the harbinger of my proud

May worries wipe from your surround

Your chuckles are like morning bell

My life and dreams within you dwell

A sweet blessing so beautiful too

My source of strength is you

Once you lodged into my womb

Now your face is about to bloom

O my spring!

Every moment with you is a wild ecstasy

I have nothing to cascade, but volume of;

For every warm, for ever painting; for every young, passion of love

To wed peace and pleasure while smacking palms

With a slimy bliss for unforgettable duration…

O my all in all!

I have nothing to present, but a beaker of wine

With delicious taste and matchless kind of blissful pleasure

Let us satiate our love

At the brim with winking beaded bubbles of wine

Till the last drop of unfathomable measure…

O my mellow soul!

Even you can’t perceive my numberless mirth

For being my part like a hemisphere of earth

All my seasons within you are dwell

Ring them darling, with melodious bell

Want to frame you in galaxy of flowers

To gaze you, my bosom, hours by hours.

The country where I spend my old days

Observing natural phenomena under sun rays

The place, I enjoyed my childhood

To cherish my memories for good

My country is Pakistan, a happy place

A house of food and loyal face

Its streets were blooming with flower

I met with my love at this hour