Safar Poems | Examples

Anjaan

Tumse anjaan toh nahi, par pehchaan itni mukammal bhi nahi.
Tumse har lamha juda hai, par kahani-e-safar itna saral bhi nahi.
Tere lafzon ki khamoshi, kuch raaz chhupati hai.
Main samajhna toh chaahun, par lafz kahan ban paati hai.

Tum jo ho, woh shayad waqt ka ek haseen ishara ho.
Par mera haal-e-dil, ab tak khud se bhi pyaara ho.
Tumse itni waqif bhi nahi ki har raaz khol doon.
Par itna ajnabi bhi nahi jo har jazbaat tol doon.

Kaise kahoon mera haal-e-dil?
Har khwaab mein tera hi manzar mile.
Chaahun bayaan karna, magar lafz kho jaayein.
Tere bina yeh daastaan adhoori reh jaaye.

Tu jo hai, duaon ka asar lagta hai.
Teri har muskaan mein sehar lagta hai.
Khamoshiyon mein bhi teri baatein sunoon.
Tere saath har dard ko hanskar banoon.

Tumse ajnabi nahi, par waqif bhi poori tarah nahi.
Teri har yaad mein kuch adhoora sa basta kahin.
Safar-e-kahani, tujhse hi roshan hai.
Tere bina yeh safar bas ek dhokha sa dhundhla pal hai.

Naino se Dil tk

Dil ki baatein dil tak hi thi,
Ya phir meri baaton mein bhi uska dil tha?
Uske dil mein chhupa hua ek raaz tha,
Jo dil ki jagah naino ne bayan kar diya.

Uski aankhon mein ek kahani thi,
Jismein har lafz meri nishani thi.
Woh khamosh thi, par keh rahi thi bahut,
Uski chup bhi ek zubaani thi.

Uske chehre pe jo halki si jhalak thi,
Woh mere sawaalon ki chhuti kasak thi.
Jaise woh meri dhadkan ko sun rahi ho,
Jaise mere khwaabon ko chun rahi ho.

Meri baaton ka asar tha, ya sirf fizaa,
Uski har ada mein chhupa tha mazaa.
Par uski khamoshi mein chhupa ek darr tha,
Jaise woh khud se hi bekhabar tha.

Ab bhi sochta hoon, woh kya kehna chahti,
Kya uski nigaahein mujhe apna maanti?
Ya yeh sirf mera bharam tha, koi chhalawa,
Jismein main dooba, magar usne bachaya?

Kahani adhuri hai, na jaanoon main khud,
Kya uske dil ka safar tha yeh jud?
Par itna yakeen hai, woh ehsaas saccha tha,
Uski aankhon mein jhalka jo sapna tha.

                                                            ~Shruti

Atut Mitra aur anokhi Mitrata

Kuch baat to hai usme, meri dost hai wo jo mere liye khas to hai
Anya ladkio se alag hai wo kuch usme abhinn andaaj to hai
Ek Sukoon hai usme jo apnapan mehsoos kara, ruh me sama jati hai
Pata nahi kyun uski har ek baato me ek sachai nazar aati hai!!

Uski dosti hai mere lie sathi, har musibat mein saath rhta hai 
Meri khushiyo ka safar, use bataye bina adhoora sa lagta hai
Dil se juda nahi, par hai ye dosti ka atoot rishta gehra
Har pal uske saath, lagta hai kuch khaas hai yeh mera!!

Kisi apne ne hi kaha hai, ek dayre se niklo, bohot achhe humse v milenge
Par maine koshish nahi ki, kyun ki karib se dekha hai ki jamana bharam hai
Dil ko choo gaya hai, ek sachha rishta mere sath hai
Daayra chota ho gaya hai, jaha ek dosti ka asli parichay har yaado ka mohtaj hai!!

Ye dosti kuch aisa hai, jahaan roj baat ho ya na ho, par ehsaas hai saath ka
Jahaan no thank you, no sorry, bas zarurat parne pe hota hai yeh pyaara wada sa
Nazar na lage kisi ko, bas ek dar hai dil mein kuch purane risto ka
Dua hai ek ki dosti hamesha kayam rahe, har mushkil mein sath ka izhaar ka!!

Safar

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Safari

I'm limping in the Savanna
With my safari hat askew
I've never been to Africa before
So this experience is new
I can see an elephant in the distance, far, far away.
My legs have started to tremble,
I hope that's where that elephant will stay.
I get out my binoculars, hoping I look like a pro,
I dropped them in the dense grassland
And did not see them go,
I knelt on the ground to see if I could find
My binoculars as I did not want to leave them behind.
I looked for ages until my poor knees ached,
I soon ran away as I heard the slithering of a snake.
The snake moved fast, getting closer and closer to me.
I clasped my arms around an enormous tree.
The snake slid by with a look of disdain.
When overhead, I heard the motion of a plane.
I whipped off my jacket and waved it fervently.
Screaming at the top of my voice, please come and save me.
I could see the pilot wave, and much to my delight.
I would be safe before the dark of night.
Did I enjoy this experience?
The answer is NO
Home Sweet Home Safar is I want to go.

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Topic: Birthday of Poet Walter William Safar (June 08) 
Form: Vertical Monocrostic

Self-Actualization

Sometimes we look to closest friends,  
Expressly those who think we're ace:   
Let them confirm our worth but still       
Forget, inside us lies the proof.            

Actualization calls for a
Command of strength and keen logic
To shape ourselves, at last, to get
Unknown rewards on our plateau.
And with revealed goals, we take a
Lone journey through heart and soul
In our quest...a long safari,
Zestfully seeking life's pizzazz,
And a fruitful new arena
That hones our talents as our gift.
Inner joy promotes stimuli
Of further searches, that lead to
New trails of self-completion.


Sandra M. Haight

~First Place~
Premiere Contest: Self Actualization Double Acrostic
Sponsor: San Woo
Judged: 11/13/2016

The Raindrop

The raindrop is timidly sliding down the glass.
Oh, Lord, for whom are the senses
Of that drop,
That trembles before me, meant?
I wanted to put her in my palm,
But the raindrop
Stopped in fear,
So timid on the window glass,
Looking at a rose,
Whose petals shiver
On the soft, tender lips
Of the warm southern wind.
Yes, Lord, now I know for whom her senses
Are meant.


  
©Walter William Safar

A Poem For My Late Mother

I looked into the face of my late mother,
and from her pure, placable eyes
I saw the light
               reflected
from the paradise hearth.

I am kneeling beside her deathbed,
ardently looking at the sky, praying to the
                                              guardian angel
to lend its wings to the soul that fell asleep, 
                                                    so it would
fly into the sky, too.

But the coffin is closing,
and the night wind, a sullen and very austere
                                                           guardian,
wakes in his watchtower,
as if tending to a hungry death.
I held my hand upon her heart,
and a silent tear slid onto her
                                        face,
sparkling like the morning dew.
In my chest, my heart is beating so coldly.
In this state, some higher Invisible hand
could have animated me
to set my sight at the
                                sky;
to set my hope at the
                                sky
where we shall meet.



 © Walter William Safar 2010

Tell Me, Rose

Tell me, rose,
Did you caress her
                  face
- like the wind caresses your
                               face -
while the dewy tear burns the
                                   face?
Do you hear the laughter of the 
                                       wind,
the whisper of the birch, and all secrets
                                          of the fog
- In which my thoughts are
                           wandering -
the desolate silence of a love
                                 praised,
that entangles inflamed passion
into the burning web of
                                 life?
Good night!... Good night!...
                            Rose!
See you again tomorrow morning!
       Perhaps you shall show me the way
                  to her heart
               in the dawning of a new 
                                                 day.


©Walter William Safar

Light and Love

LIGHT AND LOVE

You covered your mourning face with a black veil.
They say that you are sad,
so sad
that the birds no longer sing next to the window
where we used to dream of
                                      freedom
which was so vividly reflected in the eyes of the birds
who found their little home
in the buds of your wild roses.
Forgive me, my dear,
for not being with You now.
I know that your mourning veil is weaved from sorrow
and watered by salty
                             tears.
My golden one, don't give our love slip away
into night's embrace,
throw away your mourning veil into the night's embrace,
let a glowing star from the sky shine on our love,
because light cannot be against love,
light must be for love,
because it doesn't harden hearts,
but soften them;
Because it does not battle like darkness,
but comes into hearts like a dove.


© 2010 Walter William Safar

Hope

HOPE

It is dreadful to once again fail,
to sink into the dark of hopelessness,
As if someone fired a canon into your heart,
As if you have lost your interior,
As if you were empty like a straw man,
And you are helplessly waiting for the first bolt
To burn you completely,
So you disappear in a moment,
Much faster than you came into this world.
  
In hopelessness, all traces disappear. There is no light,
Just a black hole
Into which all young hopes are sinking,
Like newborn dreams
in the vast expanses of dark nightmares.
  
How nice it is to get hope,
Not dead hope,
But rather living hope, the hope that your life is an open story too,
That love may enter into your life too,
That success is reality to you too, instead of only vivid imagination,
That you know the victor's path too,
That you can reach the finish line before your own death.
  
It is wonderful to dream again,
Not black dreams,
But rather wonderful vivid dreams,
That hope has a place to anchor,
And isn't about to set sail before you wake up.
  
  
  
©Walter William Safar

A Poem of Love

A POEM OF LOVE

Darling, I shall never, never forget
the excitement
your heart had awakened
in my heart.
How gentle it was,
my heart was nearly breaking,
full of elation
from the mixed up feelings of pleasure,
pain, joy, pride and modest sorrow.
How much mercy the Lord had bestowed
upon me,
allowing me to dream of those days,
when we imagined
a better world together,
how to defeat poverty
without changing the direction of the wind.
You know how much love feels
for the destiny
of mankind,
how should I tell you?
(if I'm not wrong) that love is born,
without becoming,
just like a poet
who spent his youth
in the empire of classical shadows.
Darling! I am writing this poem
in faithful service to love.
It is lightened by the sun,
which might shine its light
on all my thoughts of happiness,
in which we shall spend
all of our future years together.

© Walter William Safar

When I Fly My Thoughts Around the World

WHEN I FLY MY THOUGHTS AROUND THE WORLD 
  
  
Like other poets, 
I just spend these endless hours, days, 
in powerless daydreams 
next to the darkened windows of the world. 
  
When I fly my thoughts around the 
                                              world, 
I am like the thirsty ground 
satisfied by a tear 
                                  of the beloved 
                                            woman, 
A tear inside a tear, to feel it 
on my hot, crackling 
                              skin, 
in m opened pores, 
deep inside – all the way 
to my boiling blood. 
  
When I fly my thoughts around the 
                                               world, 
I am like sultry darkness inside a moist eye, 
a lost beat in loud 
                           laughter and music. 
  
When I fly my thoughts around the 
                                              world, 
I feel that woman 
and I know what she wants from me, 
hand in hand, lip on lip, 
and the breath of my love 
  
Walter William Safar ©

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