Friday, September 30, 2016

JH Sayyar's Sonnets

210
Sweet rose avoid using the “word” hate,
Its blazing heat burns your natural grace,
And you do lose your present state,
Does make out quickly your pretty case
First you use it for my willful emotions,
After this you how many times in a day,
This vile word for injuring all my notions,
But for those who for your beauties pay
Love and hate can’t walk side by side,
As the bull and bear can’t run a race,
Do love or hate choose one to guide,
My love to right way or send to base

I see love reflections in the raging eyes,
Touching the mind your naval force cries.  

JH Sayyar's Sonnets

209
O blind love be off from my sweet eyes,
I have made tired of self-living with you,
To walk with a stick morning to sunrise,
To feed you like a babe such a life poo.
I sacrifice years to make you young,
Now I am old you have left me all alone
In love desert how sweet is your tongue,
Deceives my soul now my tears moan
What I see is stored in my brain box,
That makes me young in sullen days,
Life depends on will so the will mocks,
At old men like me to be young craze.

Don’t love but once to collect memories,
For the rusty days to lighten the worries

JH Sayyar's Sonnets

208
I bury sweet days in your cunning eyes,
Like dead in graves yea for time being,
Before this my poor soul to Almighty flies,
The wrinkled face tells my age is fleeing.
Slowly and slowly do pass all bitter days,
Happy days pass quickly like a cannon shot,
How short is life on earth when I do gaze,
Sweet less and bitter more in my poor lot
When the sorrows encircle I dig a grave,
To get back my happy days from your eyes,
To gladden my poor heart then I do crave,
To die in your arms my death me spies.

How can I think of building a lodge on earth?
The thief death spies me since my poor birth.

JH Sayyar's Sonnets

207
When you smile, smile my emotions,
When the Mooney eyes sleep at night,
When it creeps into soul with devotions,
It captures your sweet dreams to delight
My love stays in your sleeping eyes,
And my mortal body turns into dust,
My being scatters when I do analyze,
Body and soul linker sensibility is must.
Where your soul beauteous body leaves,
Entering into my body my poor soul flies,
And never does come back until it grieves,
My precious soul and I till the sunrise.

Thus your love is a thief steals my heart,
Your cunning eyes know this wonder art.

JH Sayyar's Sonnets

206
When I in solitude O Fair do ruminate,
What is life the slave of moving years?
But I come to know this fact very late,
Now thinking on it my eyes full of tears
When after a long time I see in the glass,
Printed years lines on my wrinkled face,
And I do feel my pretty youth’s youth loss,
Cruel time affects my beauteous grace.
My pregnant thoughts time can’t decay,
Thoughts belong to soul it never dies,
Nor time nor place nor night nor day,
Kills a good soul to others beautifies.

So I put my sweet soul in my pretty rime,
It can’t be perished by the cunning time.

JH Sayyar's Sonnets

205
As I have seen all curses of poverty,
The rich of the country put on the man,
Rejecting God’s laws they talk on charity,
Standing proudly before the foolish fan
When witless gets money call it mind skill,
The poor are advised to say all prayers,
Saying this shows no needy helping will,
Poor's sigh cleaves both the hemispheres.
When the rich loose the wit is not snatched,
Now ask him where their wisdom art flies,
Having doubts on wisdom loss is hatched,
How it is done cannot see the human eyes.

Don’t hate poor their sighs dwelling place,
Hate awakes sleeping sighs bring disgrace.

JH Sayyar's Sonnets

204
I am proud of your pretty cruelties,
You cleave my heart as linen in twain,
On high cast is measured in big cities,
The raiment of ducks the poor refrain
The heart you break hopes join again,
We sustain on it love is a self-conceit
If you accept love you deceive brain,
No life in life but rhythmic heartbeat
How did I get knowledge people inquire?
I do read the books are her pretty eyes
Expose a woman's secrets beauty power,
How a girl with sweet tongue beautifies.

The book to read my Rose’s cruel eyes,
Hungry of false love my poor heart cries

JH Sayyar's Sonnets

203
When I leave home with your memory,
My naval force feels a wonderful feeling,
That in my pretty visions my eyelids see,
Your lovely lips for me more appealing
All day my heart burns with your love heat,
All night my eyes weep why I you choose,
To be my sweet chum but my wit at my feet,
I misread the eyes what the eyes expose.
It is my pretty wills my willful will in you,
What I do think is just what is just I think,
What the tongue says wrong the eyes true
On your promise bed I can’t sleep a wink.

When be tired of woes I do think to sleep,
So my heart vigils when my eyes do weep.

JH Sayyar's Sonnets

202
Before a doctor every malady speaks,
Use me for fever, cough and small pox,
The experts do not the medicine seeks,
As truants for safety reach at the rocks
I do know remedies of every disease,
But I can’t give its doze for everyone,
My herbs demand how days increase,
I am not a doctor I don’t know its fun.
I am the doctor of love my first patient,
Was my pretty love first I did cure her,
With my sweet tongue it was sufficient,
Now is my fame that called me the liar.

I am love disease expert and can you tell,
Why a fair gets disease what is ill and well.

JH Sayyar's Sonnets

201
I get not knowledge from heavenly books,
I do not read them in my precious times,
But in leisure study your naughty looks,
And note carefully my love's youth crimes.
As a sage tells someone’s future years,
What God has put wealth, fame and name?
But I your humble servants can read fears
Of your love to put into the verse frame
A woman’s eyes, lips and rosy cheeks,
Complex books to study but I keenly read,
Find greed and my mind window creaks,
And concludes doubts and doubts breed.

My cruel Love's eyes compel me to write,
As Jesus did award all sightless the sight

JH Sayyar's Sonnets

200
Gladden my heart with your pretty kiss,
Give over the habit of turning face away,
When I do compose rime I do you miss,
Nay your pretty eyes yea your love sway.
My heart burns as a candle in a church,
In your sweet vision your inborn willful will,
Gives me lullabies and leave in the lurch,
As the virgins pat a kid at the widow sill
My love change wills with the modern age,
As you change fashion and chameleon hue,
Your pretty ruth is hidden under pretty rage,
As a foodless child be hungry on the pew

In my vision when I gloat over your face,
Crude words for poetic use I always trace. 

JH Sayyar's Sonnets

199
None can choose parent and character,
As are powerless to change a face beauty,
Given us by kind God is a perpetual factor,
The angel who awards well knows his duty.
Character is destiny lies in eternal jeans,
None can remove it by any earthly law,
How can you change that can’t be seen?
Human failures lie in it not in human flaw.
For a purpose on earth is human being,
To know this secret the last stage of man,
What we do all day my God is seeing,
Nothing with our will on earth we can.

Character lies in destiny and destiny in luck
Cunning says wisdom rules I call it a buck. 

JH Sayyar's Sonnets

198
Looking at a girl wearing a sorrow-veil,
Singing her pretty song her tender lay,
Drooping eyes full of tears tell her tale,
Why has she been from her love away?
I gaze on her cute face for a long time,
With the day’s tired eyes sit by her side,
Like a mom-less child she was in prime,
Weeping eyes tell me all wills have died.
It was my last dying and doleful desire,
Be off saying me your dream come true,
To dance wisdom puppets pull the wire,
Till the final days never touch you woe.

My love I leave you in fame farm alone,
So enjoy forever respect now I am gone

JH Sayyar's Sonnets

197
How nicely I trim my hair in the glass,
And see an old face with sunken eyes,
But always I mourn over my memory loss,
Dim with the riper thoughts death signifies.
Where is my youth but staying with me?
With changed dress playing hide and seek,
Hiding her being appears in different ways,
To deceive the poor wit what a time freak
When I was young my thoughts were green,
Now I am old and my thoughts are riper,
Many a shades of life my eyes have seen,
For coming generation my verses woe riper

Years ripen blue thoughts as the sun fruit,
Thus my pretty words world wisdom shoot.

JH Sayyar's Sonnets

196
Tears floats in eyes when I remind of you,
Sleep and rest away from the doleful eyes,
As all little birds flee from a farmer’s shoo,
Your beauteous ruth my dull wit beautifies,
Separation woes more acute than death,
As the poor sad whose younger is slain,
How can she entertain the worldly mirth?
None can realize the parents’ tearful pain.
You leave me alone in this jealous world,
To tackle separation woe my poor fate,
Would that I were not born or to be a bird,
That flies over the sea with a gleeful mate.

Most dangerous the tears staying in eyes,
If fall with the falling curse avoid their cries