Best Mere(A) Poems
Sitting beneath the stellar awning
Humbly, shall I comemmorate
Before the sun, creeps in crawling
Every star shall I dedicate
To you, My Love; Look at the skies
For you, My Love, I most despise.
To you, I say, in subtle north
Go tell him how my heart did bleed
When he did scowl, as I put forth
The ways I cared and loved indeed
You'd kiss my wounds - control, condole
Then skew them deeper, slaying my soul.
In far east, you, so bright yet blank
Have you not seen how hard i wept?
When flowed his eyes, his tears I drank
Did you not count my nights unslept?
And blind, was I, to your disguise
Gaze up, My Love, go find your lies!
Weep not, My friend, most close-knit
For you did taste deception bitter
Dazzled like queen, down south you sit
Mere a pawn now of waning glitter
Concur I, My Love, all pretence is sweet!
Until falls the cloak, and truth does greet.
Toppled, as I, did west monarch shiver
Warned of haste; but he'd cried my name
Limits, leaped I, not a blink's quiver
For cared I not, if world did blame
In pain, My Love, at me, you mocked
Alone, My Love, left me, you debauched!
Sorrow, the sacrifice, you did witness
O! Glazing Moon! Make haste and tell
How profound is hatred, beneath this breast
Where, drenched in love, a heart did dwell
Upon you, My heart, I swear, I proclaim
Sha'n't ever bleed in eye, sha'n't ever take his name.
Lo! Behold! Last thing, I wish to confess
If I say unto you, shall I be relieved
For you know me, my heart at best
If I say unto you, shall I be believed
No matter how high may hatred soar
I own, my love shall weigh ever more!
the pulse of night i fear it not today
it comes to me in silent beats that fade
a claim it stakes upon a heart of staid
in rhythmic strikes of somber time to splay
i clasp my hands on bend of knee and pray
to walk away from death's own hopeless shade
and find the path beyond the live's it slayed
then blush again beyond the skies of gray
i see the past as darkness lifts its veil
it bids itself farewell in leaps of hope
then brims within this heart i give to you
a love so deep it speaks with great avail
my heart i lay upon this endless scope
but mere a wish is all that i can do
December 29,2019
Baby you keep looking at me through your specs
When I am busy doing something else
When I come to say you Hi
your eyes look at the beautiful sky
you bring a smile on my face
I hear you fighting with girls
I smell somebody is jealous
Then I come to stop you
You ask me, "Do I know you?"
You bring a smile on my face
That day I saw you dancing like crazy
My song was on air that’s why my baby
When my song melts into your dance
You are at your home…Alas!!!
you bring a smile on my face
You love me or love me not
You don't need to tell
You keep up hiding
And your eyes say it all
you bring a smile on my face
Baby,you show , you don't show
I love you and I feel your love
You believe it or not
Mere a thought of you in my mind
And you bring a smile on my face
When I breathe and beat you know my nerve,
Whether am in trouble or in twisty curve,
Alpha to infinity you knows my pain,
Alas! All my endeavors yet null and vain,
Oh my Lord forgive my err and sin,
Am not more than petite thumb pin,
I am not more then eccentric smoke,
But Neither my pulse vanishes nor I get choke,
What am I? Mere a fickle soul and surreal thought,
Without your blessings, zilch and aught,
You made me concrete yet fragile,
Oh my Lord your mercifulness heaps and pile,
Wish I die while reading holy book kalam,
And meanwhile praising salat-o-salam,
And occult angel may welcome to main,
-abode, But I wish to die once again,
You give us faith and the best,
You the lord of two east’s and two west’s,
Sanctify my soul, make me free from evil,
And demonic thoughts of devil,
And I supplicate that You,
Allah ho, Allah Ho,
Nothing is invisible to you,
Oh My Lord, All powers belong to you!
Written By
Muhammad Shahid Hussain Chouhdry
(Bwp_PK)
Once a man, an elderly
Was in the sunshine begging
His face was dim and dry to see
Unshaven, unappealing
And as I stared he came to me.
Trembling hands reached out to me
As I stood there observing
But I did not feel pity, see,
His ugliness emanating
I wished to, from the old man, flee.
From my hands, it fell in his,
A penny, mere, a penny,
He stared at it and saw it is
The most expectable from me
And wondered to the sky, what bliss!
But then as days went by and by
My heart remembered more
It filled my nights with many sighs
Of guilt for being sore
And to myself, I wondered, “Why?”
But then a friend of mine, I met
Who told me such a story
Of when there was a rich man yet
Who fell to such great misery
And who’s to know his fate he met?
I wondered, why I hadn’t seen
The handsome wealthy man behind
The shaggy clothes and eyes so keen.
Then I went, the fellow, to find,
And smiled at him.. I wasn’t mean.
That little smile was meant to be
A clearly thought apology
For having been so cruelly blind
To how a man can sometimes find
A fate as bad that changes lives!
Spleen
by Paul Verlaine
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch
The roses were so very red;
The ivy, impossibly black.
Dear, with a mere a turn of your head,
My despair’s flooded back!
The sky was too gentle, too blue;
The sea, far too windswept and green.
Yet I always imagined?or knew?
I’d again feel your spleen.
Now I'm tired of the glossy waxed holly,
Of the shimmering boxwood too,
Of the meadowland’s endless folly,
When all things, alas, lead to you!
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Myself
Me! Mere a lady not fairy
Wished to be very Special,
Noble, High Intellectual,
Sublime, Supernatural,
But turned just ordinary.
God-gifted was my talent.
Goal was ahead to access
through hostile circumstances.
Failure dominated success,
in old age only to lament.
Started as child prodigy
devoid of proper love and care,
lacking in genuine partner to share,
being a lone fighter to bear and dare
in last phase composed an elegy.
04/02/16
Here you lie
On a base
An eternity on
a pillow case
The bringer of joy
and love to all
The start of a holiday
In love we shall fall
How did you become the man
known as Valentine
Start a holiday
That would spur
quite a time
A mere a skull
stuck in a box
A martyrs death
You have surely fallen
Should I, mere a rabbit of sand, shiny hair,
sport a shock of fur mired in clay,
they from gofer mounds, propped on to peer, would sound warning
through the sun glades and sleep grotto shades.
“A pall fellow lights whereupon we here graze.
See ye lithely to him yield path.
He in bone pastel smocks with such likeness to bare
plodeth sloughs dank, decay’s fell morass.”
“This chap’s marks are slurred, kindred ‘s smudged,” they’ll say,
“in a mud that is not of our warren.
He looks sullied by drear earthen labyrinths far ‘way,
perhaps fox hole, cat hovel, or den of wolves’ coven.”
For when foul skies do strike, marring trees with their curses,
rains fall to douse scintillate branches.
A pungency hovers where a torrid sludge cools.
Its paste casts forbidden clan hues.
Now the wolf craves not easily his like or lean.
He is wary of ghouls in his ranks.
“Gaunt swagger, I see,” he’ll think,
“This one leave be, who with me, shares the gore and the grisly.”
For in drab sheens to drape, shall the countenance daunt.
Browns besmirched will, in ashes, urge, “Yay,
it is he colored wolf.” In airs Lupus, I’ll steep,
strutting meekness purged, brave in cloak gray.
An open heart of wonder
an equal part of sorrow
if given life upon breathing
then life is worth living
as today follows through to tomorrow.
sadness will wake this holds true
and everything you dream of
lie but a heartbreak away
if given a chance
do dare take it
choices pose two ways
for life is mere a flip side of death
and even in the shadows, you will know
which or what to choose.
It`s just a game of chance, after all
life is fifty-fifty at best!…
Crestfallen I looked up to the pervaded sky over my head
Billion of stars perceptible swapped over with glee in vivid.
I pierced through my vision the playful blinking stars.
Discovered the Billionth one far-flung at quiet corner.
Enquired him the reason of his consternation
Heave of shy, fading one made its revelation.
I am ageless and timeless beyond your discernment
What you perceive as Universe is mere a fragment.
Gargantuan galaxies you envision a murky splash
Thousands of serpentine streaks encompass the cosmos.
In multidimensional space with limitless boundaries
I stare at cosmic explosions ensue every split of time.
What you articulate big bang the creator of cosmos
It is nothing but a spatter in the water mass.
Billions of times brighter than the sun it splashes
Countless blush it manifest over the emptiness.
Reverberation concentrate, die out in a moment
Readiness persists to replicate set up for the next.
I watch the formation of Galaxies and dissolution
Faintly remember the Solar System yesterday was born.
I recognize each atom and molecules vibrated for energy.
Sequentially to evolve the acquired structures of genes for life.
Million Light Years away, I witnessed a tiny globe in making
Watched Gel fish to transform to most powerful human kind.
Kept an eye on civilizations in making and extinguishing No more I can watch deliberate attempt to desolation in offing
Me Amigo, you would never be able to place me yet again I would choose to be for ever in blissful cosmic environ.
A CONVERSATION
I rushed to attend the call “Hi! Who is there?”
“How are you going on My Dear!”
“In which respect do you expect
my response? Let me hear.
Regarding my health, you caress?
Or my mental restlessness!
Or about any
domestic monotony?
Or apprehending disturbances
in my circumstances?
Or disinterested totally!
Call is mere a courtesy.”
“Why do you enjoy just
to hurt me. I am introvert.
You know, I can’t help
to express myself.
But you are aware
of my passion, Dear.”
“No. You are passive.
Emotion may be massive,
but hidden in core of heart
Dear, you are so inert!”
“Since last week
I could not speak.
I am eager to listen
about your weekly bulletin.”
“Cover story of my news letter
shows till you are not intimate
to me, you know that better.”
09/ 01/16
Second Place
'STRAND SELECT B' Contest by Brian Strand
Like a fairy caught in fire
Like a bird flying with no Air
Like a butterfly set on pyre
Like a daffodil caught in a tyre
Like all hope mere a satire
Like all dreams out on Hire
Like in ruins her every desire
Like no one is alive there to admire
Like from life She will retire
Like the system has chained her with a wire
Waking up and shaking up
Running up for the daily dose
Drying up is every rose
Dying up is every rose
Drugs and thugs ruining lives
Selling smiles and all knives
It's not to give you joy
It's mere a deathful toy
Waiting out with their ploy
Getting in trap every girl and boy
People selling drugs in convoy
Police Sirens all over the town
The thugs free with no mask or gown
Killing humans without a frown
Police Sirens all over the town
The snow on the mountain -
The ice inside my head -
The water by the fountain -
The flow of voices which screams -
Flames into dreams -
Cast the fires of the dead -
Death does not have a choice -
She declared -
I am the prize -
I am mere a noise -
As blind i am to the bat -
I act to see -
I do not want you -
To be me -
Sacrifices i have to make -
For my heart -
Lost -
For my sake -
Price the cost of lost -
I am pale to be -
The one before -
Forsake -
I walk -
I am but last -
Lost to the trial -
Can i surrender -
Just -
Before i fail -
My boat trapped in a storm -
The gale without a sail