Monday, October 31, 2016

JH Sayyar's sonnets

200
Gladden my heart with your pretty kiss,
Give over the habit of turning face away,
When I compose rimes I do you miss
Nay your pretty eyes your love sway.
My heart burns as a candle in a church,
In your vision your inborn willful will,
Gives me lullabies and leave in the lurch,
As the virgins pat a kid at the widow’s 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 food less 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,
All 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 the girl wearing a woe-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 the 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 who’s 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 woeful 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

JH Sayyar's Sonnets

195
You turn your cute face from me now,
Kind to waiting for me on the thorny way,
Keenly with roses to renew the broken vow,
Your soul with me and my with you I say
You’re fault free yea time controls trends,
Our timely quarrel unites our soul again,
Sidereal time changes route with cruel friends,
Now finishes forever my heart breaking pain.
What is separation, distance in it beauty sits,
God separates Adam from Eve sends on earth,
Both had to face here more separation fits,
Don’t worry separation lies in the childbirth.

To joint stronger thoughts distance is must,
Pious soul separation makes love free of rust.

JH Sayyar's Sonnets

194
Day and night miss you my poor thought,
As the travelers miss shadows in the desert,
Each day for me you new worry brought,
My delicate will and wishes on earth to hurt
My drooping lids heavy with night toil,
When my body sleeps my mind awakes,
Looks into the stars my written fate awhile,
Weeping on luck weep all unlucky shakes
I do it just to boost up your unlucky luck,
I see your luck star going retrograde,
I with my pen want your all woes to suck,
I love you more than your pretty hate.

Woes come to teach pleasure comes to ruin,
A woman makes life pretty and now I croon.

JH Sayyar's Sonnets

193
Resting all night when I leave my home,
The day’s toil scatters the force of thought,
The day starts in a beauty jungle I roam,
Taking rest, all sour memories me bite.
As smell lives in the red pretty rose,
Your reflection follows me in slumber,
As to steal the eggs run all hungry crows,
Night comes with worry without a number.
Days pass in works nights in your dreams,
That infuses a fresh life into my tired soul,
As awake all the worlds the sunny beams,
Thus my thoughts are released on petrol.

I leave home to earn and come to feed,
My hungry soul with your beauty indeed

JH Sayyar's Sonnets

192
I have seen half dead hanging scare crow,
Frightening the small birds around the field,
Drinking hemlock sitting on the bough,
None holds courage before a power shield.
Time unfolds the hanging crows' mystery,
When the scars crows fall down with a thud,
Time records their gallows date in the history,
The soul flies to heaven body goes to mud.
As the farmers put into the field potion,
To kill the birds and save the time crops,
How most horrible man’s powerful notion,
Watching the condition my poor heart mops.

O man use wisdom in very country matter,
You give the dullest money and wise tatter.

JH Sayyar's sonnets

191
All cocks in spring season in jovial mood,
Make gleeful notes forgetting old worry,
Why in lovely weather with me you rude,
All my evil days in the love grave I burry.
Your thinking changes with the season,
My loving heart be-weeps lone on the bed,
I believe in fate yea! There is a reason.
My love willful wills I see them all dead.
What is luck? Nothing but a written will,
Unchanged may be changed like a truant,
As the tramps taught by kind motherly bill,
If heavenly muse in leisure you grant.

My muse flies with the wings of Muse,
Flying powers into soul your kisses infuse.

JH Sayyar's Sonnets

190
On your sweet memory when I take rest,
Forget all day troubles and sleep with ease,
Night in your vision makes me free of pest,
All day in mind’s eyes my heart you sees
In weariness I take your love memory pill,
Days pass quickly but nights bite my lips,
And kiss my dying wishes my willful will,
Your pretty ruth frightens me in balmy kip.
After you my love I have the toughest time,
I be-weep in loneliness and broods my heart,
Ah! How can I write my feelings in my rime?
It my wills die with me it is my fortune part.

Days pass in works nights in mental jobs,
My heart pleasure your false beauty robs

JH Sayyar's Sonnets

189
Your anger shows your love is more,
Talking eyes expose your pretty thought,
As the waves throw gems on the shore,
But nothing is written in the sailor’s lot.
Your changing moods my poetic themes,
Your breaking vows sharpen my duller wit,
As the world changing by the sunny beams,
You with your laughers my follies hit.
None can tell O! Fair where love stays?
Love is a finer thinking of our holy soul,
Various minds expose it in various ways,
Harmonious thoughts constitute the goal.

Missing soul union proves love existence,
Love is a linker and the scandal is pretense.

JH Sayyar's Sonnets

188
When I look into the past all friends I see,
Standing in my mind eyes with me young,
Saying me let us make bill and coo we free,
How soon my friend’s death bell was rung.
I make sighs and weep when I ruminate,
How years are chasing me, I can’t run
Swifter than the years but can I dominate
Time? But time catches you at your turn.
The past was golden now is gone forever,
The present is woeful as wound with germs,
More than all wise O Lady Time is clever,
Cancels at the fixed time our life terms

Man follows man and thoughts remain behind,
Written in golden words in the books you find.

JH Sayyar's sonnets

187
Time unfolds beauty secret see in the glass,
You see a mom’s image in the wrinkled face,
Your grand image steals your beauty alas!
Look at the year curtain beauty to trace.
A mother lives in mother in shape of years,
And years expose all secrets of cute youth,
Leave you forever now shed all day tears,
Don’t weep the young is your beauty ruth.
The wrinkles on face green beauty shows,
Sunken eyes expose your thinking changed,
Black hair turning to silver your will expose,
Don't worry a heavenly circle is prearranged.

Youth leaves behind beauty in cute wrinkles
And make you respectable your pretty crinkles

JH Sayyar's sonnets

186
My shocking face can’t face beauty rage,
Your shockproof beauty breaks my heart,
That lives in half dead in your beauty cage,
Hanging on with silky hair trapping art
Yea your separation eating heart as dead
Your smiling face a mirror of weeping eyes,
Weep for all nights before going to bed,
I think in your dream my poor heart flies,
Do have me in your eyes safe and sound,
Your eyes reflect heaven let me there rest,
Wasting all riper days I have you found,
As the climber touches the highest crest

You steal beauty eyes remain the same,
Time is a stormy ocean we cannot it tame.