My Heart, My Traveler
My heart, my fellow traveler
It has been decreed again
That you and I be exiled,
go calling out in every street,
turn to every town.
To search for a clue
of a messenger from our Beloved.
To ask every stranger
the way back to our home.
For My Rose!
So many charming flowers loved me:
Some of them were Daisy, Lily, Jasmine and Rose
But I loved the one among them was Rose
''Rose- The Queen of flowers'',
As I was The Orchid-The King of flowers! .
In our garden of love we gazed at each other
She loved the elegance of my 'hair',
And her 'style' of petals and fragrance I loved.
Those staminiferous pollens of fervour,
Stimulated love in our hearts-
Peace In Lonliness
Distant bells open my eyes
Bringing me back to where i am
My dream now lost in my mind
I'm awake as I'll ever be
I walk the crowded streets at dawn
Each step mocking a sound
A reminder that I'm alone
Lonliness is not so bad
There's room to breathe,
to hear yourself think
Perfect Silence
The perfect silence
of your eyes
as I look into
your thoughts
captures the night
sky of my lonliness
and gives me
the moon
to show me the day.
Awaiting Love.
Darkly wrapping ourselves in lonliness,
Withdrawing inside a wearisome heart
In no way prepares our life in readiness
To encounter the time when true love can start.
Awaiting the flowering of breathtaking
Emotion like love needs a heart gently warmed
With expectancy, softened by making
A habit of kindness, thus will be formed
No unrealistic, self-serving dreams,
But gentle sufficiency, growing until
The Shepherds Calendar - March
March month of 'many weathers' wildly comes
In hail and snow and rain and threatning hums
And floods: while often at his cottage door
The shepherd stands to hear the distant roar
Loosd from the rushing mills and river locks
Wi thundering sound and over powering shocks
And headlong hurry thro the meadow brigs
Brushing the leaning sallows fingering twigs
In feathery foam and eddy hissing chase
Rolling a storm oertaken travellers pace
A Translation: ' Solitudine ' (A Poem By Negar Gorji)
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[This is my Italian translation of a poem by Negar Gorji
see her page:
http: //www.poemhunter.com/poem/solitude-209/]
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'Solitudine'
Di nuovo sola,
Come Back To Me
Come Back To Me! ! ! (written in 2003)
Ever since you have left me
I feel a sudden low in my destiny...
Solitude keeps me busy nowadays
Life is no more the way it used to be....
If ever you come back to me
I promise to love you more than ever...
Will take a good care of yours
Moonscape
Their playing my tune, like flying me back home to my silvery moon,
Showing off with its white eerie glimmer,
I'm sitting on its very edge, highlighted by its vain shimmer,
Searching for fun waiting for the morning sun,
I have my wishing rod, casting a line,
To catch happiness, knocking out sadness, for a life so fine,
Spears are targeting my heart, driving out the demons and fears,
Moon of mine, releasing turmoil, dreams exposed,
With many moments of repose.
The Giaour: A Fragment Of A Turkish Tale
No breath of air to break the wave
That rolls below the Athenian's grave,
That tomb which, gleaming o'er the cliff
First greets the homeward-veering skiff
High o'er the land he saved in vain;
When shall such Hero live again?
Fair clime! where every season smiles
Benignant o'er those blesséd isles,
Which, seen from far Colonna's height,
Gigantic Is Lonliness.
Large in frame and singing it's own windsong
Of lonliness, I see Destiny flowing,
And tinged blue. While billowing among
Shadows, strange whisperings start, below
Which I cannot survive without some
Sense of settled hope. Will our future hold
Us to ransom, or lift us to light? Come,
Look at my heart how it yearns, embolden
Each verse where I hold your strong image.
Wrap up the sweet treasures you danced my way
Empty Space
Magic happens when were together,
Like wind and rain on our windowpane,
The sound of our sweet love,
Coming from the mystery of the skies above,
Stormy seas rage against our past troubles,
Then sunshine makes our dreams double,
Its rays highlighting our zest, as a middle aged couple,
Walking on a winding road, having our own secret code,
We dance when thunder and lightning strikes our abode.
Falling in love is like an endless, sparkling waterfall,
The Wallflower
Compression of bodies pushing forward in the nightclub bar,
She is standing alone, just like another wallflower,
Wilting in the heat and dressed ever so neat,
With frizzy hair that can't be tamed,
She would love to feel glamorous,
Like a Hollywood starlet, ready to achieve fame,
Men whisking her off to villas in the south of Spain,
Trying to capture her fickle heart,
Of a wild carefree girl, they try to tame.
The Giaour
A Fragment of a Turkish Tale
The tale which these disjointed fragments present, is founded upon circumstances now less common in the East than formerly; either because the ladies are more circumspect than in the 'olden time', or because the Christians have better fortune, or less enterprise. The story, when entire, contained the adventures of a female slave, who was thrown, in the Mussulman manner, into the sea for infidelity, and avenged by a young Venetian, her lover, at the time the Seven Islands were possessed by the Republic of Venice, and soon after the Arnauts were beaten back from the Morea, which they had ravaged for some time subsequent to the Russian invasion. The desertion of the Mainotes on being refused the plunder of Misitra, led to the abandonment of that enterprise, and to the desolation of the Morea,during which the cruelty exercised on all sides was unparalleled even in the annals of the faithful.
Un-Requited
Nothing but a faraway
Gaze
Breaking through my morning
Haze
It's got to be simply just a phase
Silence and nothingness
My head i must
Raise
As my heart and soul are
Fading Away.
We had reached
such high
romantic places.
But pressures
of life meant
we couldn't make it.
And from hearing
your voice,
every day
Our Octobering.
Leaves ready to fall
...........................now redden and blush.
Demur in change,
.....................they know October's here.
Windblown they tremble
............................ yet shed without rush.
We, dear friend,
................. feel our autumness nearing.
Heated by summer,
Lonliness-Fourth Year
Loneliness-Fourth year
Sunday,25th July 2021
It shall soon be the fourth year
the mind thinks more about your absence here
not a day passes without your being in the mind
just to find that you are not around
what did you do all these years?
union near completion sans fears
Stranger
He was a fallen star to a fairy-land,
Caged by the shadow of lonliness
Where he yelled for light in his mind
To break the veil of strangeness,
To break his cursed sadness
O ne'er he reached in the shore of happiness;
As a silent nomad, with his broken dreams
He wandered through unknown streams
Of hopelessness and misery,
Rolling the beads of time in his life's rosary
Appreciate
Feeling fine one day,
next day struck by illness,
feeling like you will never dance again,
when sweet health again returns,
feeling fine one day, and next forgotten.
Feeling fine one day,
next day struck by sorrow,
hurting more than deeply,
saying ' there's tomorrow '.