Long Flied Poems
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Kabir and Shivam – best friends tied
To another as a fly to honey when spied.
Gems of the world - all boys my pride
Are happy and make so when tried;
Jaimin and Aayush with all stride
Ahead to mark Bhavya deride.
Fenil and Jainam are charms and pride -
Intelligently innocent, and Jayesh’s guide.
Guide for me and class in our collide.
Aryan and Manan are silent asteroid
Who burst with Mahir and Nirav wide.
Priyam and Shiv are innocently flied
In hostel during tuitions and are allied
With Kabir who beside Shashant denied
To be a part of tuition, but with Shivam tried
To save skin, as did Shyam, by moving aside
When problems for Varneshiyas don’t subside.
Siddh, Dipesh and Bhavin – solid chloride;
Burst in class or ground if any belied.
All twenty dear and precious stones I vied
As my sweet angels in life without snide;
I hope they’ll never forget my bestride
For them and come in my bad cyanide.
Let my life for you sacrificed
His name lovely himself lovely Muhammad
Come and intercede to this helpless servant
His name lovely himself lovely Muhammad
Faithfuls suffer in this earth a lot
Hereafter there will be plesure and enjoyment
From eighteen thousand worlds' selected
His name lovely himself lovely Muhammad
Traveler of seven leveled skies
Above bound of Creator flied
In his ascension for Ummah prayed
His name lovely himself lovely Muhammad
Four caliphs are his paradise neighbor
Who is in love with him is away from evil
He is sultan of creations as a whole
His name lovely himself lovely Muhammad
What Dervish Jonah does in here without you
Real prophet without doubt and mistrust is you
Whom don't obey you faithlessly as an infidel go
His name lovely himself lovely Muhammad
Written by Dervish Jonah (Yunus Emre)
Translation Onur Ünlü
Gems of world - all girls my pride
Are happy and make so when tried;
Drashti & Mansi – best friends tied
To another as a fly to sugar when spied.
Sanjana and Dhruvi with all stride
Ahead to make others deride.
They are my charms and pride -
Intelligently innocent, and guide
For me and class in our collide.
Lucky is a silent asteroid
Who bursts in hostel wide.
Darshana innocently flied
In hostel during Yoga allied
With Udita who always denied
To be a part of Yoga, but tried
To save skin by moving aside
When problems don’t subside.
Meshwa and Tamanna – bromide;
Burst in class if one belied.
All nine gems of Akbar’s I vied
In my sweet angels without snide
I hope they’ll never forget my bestride
For them and come in my cyanide.
When they grow up
My lonely house lays spic and span now
no messed up clothes in cupboard bow,
All things lie still, where they belonged,
Untouched, unmoved, staring at me ...
Knock at the door as I run to see,
no image moves with waves of wild sea,
Midnight whispers, wakes the noisy breeze,
an empty chair watches those movies ...
Morning mirror counts wrinkles on my face,
years after years of counting days,
Smiles blossom as memories unwind,
to my cute little son's elegance redefined ...
To cherish those days I was occupied,
till sleep's embrace we could not sigh,
Those differences of opinion and fights,
trivial issues when got intensified ...
Who could imagine the time swiftly flied,
spin of fortune with every circle spied,
Bygone are exhaustion and agility of past,
tears of solitude engulf to tender soul's aghast ...
Written July 25th, 2016
By Dr. Upma A. Sharma
Things Fall Apart
The moon is not lighter
The day I saw the moon
The sun is not brighter
The time I saw the sun
Thee were not like this
The day I saw thee
Thee were not a lout as I saw thee before
The day I saw the tree
It's not fruitful
The day I saw thee
Thee were just a kid
But today I saw thee
Thee back an infant
But why I was not invited to thy marriage programme?
Don't tell! It's wed locked child
The I was born
The word isn't like this
But today we're
Moral has ran away
Respect has sank in an ocean
Father has flied away
Mother has mad along
Alas! Things has fallen apart
©®™™™™™ 8/10/2017... Junaid Abdul Wakeel... ™™™™Young Writer™™™™™p
This man tired of seeing everyday
The pink sun rise and the crimson sun set to his dismay
Felt always that time tore away
His life’s green leaves when it crept past him
Decided to capture time
Which he thought flied on wings of butterfly
On its wings of ordained design, motif of enigmatic symmetry
Over the yellow field of swinging mustered plants
Across the blue hills yonder to the timeless hazy horizon distant.
He ran through the blooming field in his twilight hours
Searching the prime petals of the yellow flower
For the butterfly in case it had landed there
So he could catch time, it won’t then fly away
He would decide when the sun should rise, how long it should stay
Before the night emerged from the edge of the day
When he could dream the dreams as long as he wanted.
Out of his sight the butterfly flew
He can’t catch it, he knew
Impatience in him gradually grew
He ran up the hill
With the hope in him still
To start the search anew.
The sunset colors bursting through the horizon haze
Flooded his eyes, he was in a state of daze
Felt the present burning in a blaze
His mind went back to the past
Where he saw integrity disintegrated
Intolerance intensified, falsehood focused
Betrayal bloated, mask manufactured
All melted in his eyes in tears
He saw the butterfly fly away and disappear
Beyond the twilight horizon far.
He started running downhill in pursuit of the present
Slipped on his tears, fell free on stark reality in an instant.
The butterfly flew away coloring his mind
He was captured by time it left behind.
March 11, 2018.
I flied your kite
Over the oceans
Over a blue and verdant sea
I guided your ship with devotion
I loved you endlessly
You light me up with your radiance
Your charm, your love , your chemistry
Like an exploding meteorite you astound me
Transmitting your vibes, you energy
To invigorate and tantalize me
Captivating me ,with every glance
The winds that swirls around you
Keeps me ever so warm
In embraces I want you near me
To taste of your delight
Of the milk and honey from your fountain
Blessing me through my life
You are the reality to my dream
Of which I once aspired
But now reality has found me
My one and only desire.
It was the last room, that she laid in;
Warm to the touch, in that instant;
In within the blink of an eye;
she did flown, fled flied flown;
unto the bosom of Our Lord;
Room full of ceramics, porcelain;
Colored dry walled olden wood laminated floor;
laying down rested, blessed look like she was sleeping;
Like in a family reunion house full of children;
Yet non breath, vessel full of stillness;
It was the last room, that she laid in;
Spirit has left her she has flown;
Cool to the touch now she's been gone;
In within the blink of an eye;
she did flown, fled flied flown;
unto the bosom of Our Lord;
It was the last room, that she laid in;
vessel body flesh dead, body laid still on the floor;
Yet her truest self gone on to be with the Lord;
Cool to the touch now she's been gone;
In within the blink of an eye;
she did flown, fled flied flown;
fly soul fly spirited freed to the sweet by N by;
In within the blink of an eye;
dead to the world, yet alive in spirit;
It was the last room, that she laid in;
laid on the hard wooden vinyl floor body dead;
It was the last room, that she laid in;
It was the last room, that she laid in;
5/1/23
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2023©
I was blinded by you, O empty life
Your sweet destruction filled me
At some point, I became my master of it all
I engulfed myself in your sugary poison
Many illusions knocked spontaneously
I knew one thing “Life was only about me”
Peace, Happiness was for me to run after
Success and friends were mine to gather
After a long laugh, that seemed to never end
Brokenness, Emptiness popped in
Friends disappeared, as if the earth had swallowed thee
Possessions flied away into a wild eagle
Everything deserted, falling out of place
When every aspect of life seemed lost
All that was needed to open my eyes
A touch that lifted my soul again
A feeling of fullest built
Not that all the scattered pieces gathered
But a realization,” I don’t belong to myself”
I belong to thee, El Olam
As I lay myself down, heaven hear me now
Break all the boxes that I’ve tried to hide you
I’m always thirsty, I can be quenched
Only you can fill my life
Walking with You in every path I take
Is all I ever needed in life
Direct me, cause I belong to you
I went to the bathroom to wash my face.
There was a baby fly in the sink, in my place.
Normally I’m one to carry them out.
But I don’t like flies so without thinking.
I turned on the water full force.
He was the tiniest little guy.
He was swept to the lip of the drain.
But as I watched he clung on
And on and on.
I watched as the water, water boarded him.
In that moment
I was struck.
This tiniest of guys and his huge will to live.
I turned off the faucet and grabbed some tissue.
And absorbed him up.
I looked closely holding my breath.
And to my surprise he began to stir.
I now had a mission to save this little warrior.
His will to live so extraordinarily hopeful.
I was so impressed with this little guy.
I had to make sure now he had to survive,
I opened the window screen and placed him and his tissue savior upon the wind.
He dried, he stirred and eventually he flied.
I was so impressed by this tiniest of guys and his huge will to survive.