Friday, November 17, 2017

On your sweet memory when I take rest,



SONNET  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

Your anger shows your love is more,



SONNET  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.

When I look into the past all friends I see,



SONNET  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.

Time unfolds beauty secret see in the glass,



SONNET  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

My shocking face can’t face beauty rage,



SONNET  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.

Good days fly soon bad slowly pass,



SONNET  185
Good days fly soon bad slowly pass,
Time and space key is in human mind,
Its codes hidden in wisdom death in mass,
Use wisdom well and evil thoughts grind.
All riper thoughts bloom before youth die,
We roam on earth with dead emotions,
The dead breeds the dead flies to the sky,
Ignoring reason drinks all beauty potions.
What is beauty nothing but lies in eyes,
Rays follow the rays we call it beauty,
That is on earth cruel hearts humanize,
And finishes the worries and its duty

Deep thinking stops time and space speed,
But leads to a darker hell our beauty greed

You see my faults neglect my virtues,



SONNET  184
You see my faults neglect my virtues,
What a love style you invent to disgrace,
Between love and hate what to choose,
Or with the second love you to embrace.
I call all cute girls man’s nose iron ring,
That compels to make dance with a jerk,
Even when an old beau goes with swing,
In the wish cage breaks her mighty perk.
People see faults like the shining stars,
Virtue like fixed planets may not be seen,
Those control all lucks as tiger the bars,
As pretty girls collect the spreading glean.

Love me or not but do not reject my will,
Your beauty adds charm to my writing skill.

Do you know in body where ego lives?



SONNET  183
Do you know in body where ego lives?
And where does live her jealous parents,
Who pushes emotion in anger that gives?
Self respect notion in beauty battle tents.
Our being rests on heavenly ego powers,
Her being is imperishable do you think?
What was that makes fall the Troy towers,
The wooden horse sleeps not at a wink.
Ego the super being lives behind dignity,
Watches every action with her keen eyes,
When she is injured burns your soul city,
And put into mind choose life or demise.

She says if you choose life I am gone,
Cogitating the situation changing our tone

Macro world is packed into micro world,



SONNET  182
Macro world is packed into micro world,
All reflections lie in it before its creation,
The reflections produce our pretty words,
Nothing new on earth but matter variation
A cute mini world is hidden in tiny genes,
All wisdom fail to understand its nature,
How it is produced in the womb of teens,
I call it surely God’s unfinished signature.
Our mind is microcosm know it will care,
If you do not know how can you know?
The macro world is with you everywhere,
And we forget our sweet first day vow.

Love is on earth the micro world puzzle,
Wisdom views openly definitely muzzle

O Sweet lady when I say that I love you,



SONNET  181
O Sweet lady when I say that I love you,
Yea it does mean I love you not at all,
But your pretty image in my mind is true,
Your cute eyes before me lovingly crawl.
I see my image in my beloved’s eyes,
Is the self-reflection her eyes receivers
Removing the receiver’s reflection dies,
And we call love most cruel deceivers.
I call love the worship of image reflection,
Where we fall in love of girls or boys,
Finding we feel true heart satisfaction,
As all children feel finding colored toys

Woman worships image in shape of her child,
On growing up she feels her image was wild.

I’ve buried my love in your soft bosom,



SONNET  180
I’ve buried my love in your soft bosom,
You’ve done it before my winsome will,
Your love was cheat plus your twosome,
Now like a bull cry my poor heart shrill.
I bury just live wishes not all deal o fair,
In your will-grave for the second birth,
Now give me the wish crown you wear,
And you with false beauty rule the earth.
On the Day of Judgment my will, will take,
A new birth with new shape will be young,
Roaming with pixies near the Pishon Lake,
That is why my poor death bell I have rung.

Lie lies in women but hot love in cute girl,
I love all young women my love is churl.

Do read my lines carefully you will get,



SONNET  179
Do read my lines carefully you will get,
Tears that I have found living on this soil,
All sorrows, sufferings and a love threat,
And except these I get nothing with my toil.
My words full of wisdom if you ruminate,
Each line carries deduction of earthly affair,
Love nothing knowledge something pelf great,
The more life becomes ill the more you care.
Don’t advise anyone don’t depend on other,
Do follow your direction in all matters of life,
Emotion world full of charm later you bother,
As in a cultured home an old churlish wife.

All pleasures lie in it do something for self,
And all curses are hidden in chase of pelf

I am your prince and you're my queen,



SONNET  178
I am your prince and you're my queen,
Of my willful wish sitting on the throne,
Of my brooding soul always you lean
On my fickle love since you are born.
My queen rules sitting behind the curtain,
As smell proves her being living unseen,
All unseen drive the seen I am certain,
The wise know it well but not the green.
All visible weak but invisible are strong,
Look at the power of ghosts and airs,
If you ponder over it I am not at wrong,
All unseen control earthly atmospheres

The unseen do control souls, wish and will,
As gem birth in the conch hidden in the sill

When I think about your pretty being,



SONNET  177
When I think about your pretty being,
You appear before me in naked day,
Your face reflects your age is fleeing,
We can’t shun more cruel time sway.
One day I fly to heaven but remain,
My loves with love my last love breath,
Do God bless my love be free of pain,
How much I love you proves my death.
When I die O lady come on my grave,
Talk to my poor soul in a jovial mood,
Your sweet memory in my brain I save,
Death is nothing but life-play interlude.

Love never dies it does belong to soul
Our soul flies up our dust goes to hole.

What you see in the glass tell me this,



SONNET  176
What you see in the glass tell me this,
Your beauty is not beauty is forever,
And in old age none comes to kiss,
Prideful beauty woes always devour,
I love your beauty that dies with time
I love your tongue that has no change,
We die one day but live in the rime,
Death nothing we our being exchange.
I see smile on your cute wrinkled face,
Behind it lives youth time circle ends,
Silver in hair adds charm to your grace,
Till the last breath for you God sends.

Face beauty loses when silver in hair,
Time circle ends your pretty love affair.

You make efforts and you all get,



SONNET  175
You make efforts and you all get,
No, can you get in one-day cotton crops,
Make efforts fail in removing the time-let,
Nature puts into it hundreds of raindrops.
You can’t choose good or bad character,
Your parents your ill or well atmosphere,
Think? Why and what is the real factor?
That always hinders us we have to bear.
The character is made in a tiny womb,
Before birth is written our destiny O man,
You are to find it, not choose a true tomb,
According to faith is measured life span.

Choose destiny according to your trends,
That you get on birth from your parents.

All fools run after wealth forget this,



SONNET  174
All fools run after wealth forget this,
You receive written, efforts are in vain,
As among a hundred one receives a kiss,
And left over curses the luck getting pain
Nature puts potential in the guise of writ,
Into mind and the foolish calls it fate,
They are the receivers deceive the wit,
It is the fate writes their doings’ date.
Energy makes trends run in our blood,
You can’t increase nor decrease at will,
As gold ingredients are born in mud,
Who’s seen on earth gold process still?

You find the bread written in your writ,
You can’t increase it on the ground of wit.

You love me but I neglect your being,



SONNET  173
You love me but I neglect your being,
The faults in me the same lie in you,
If you blame you blame for your being,
None can see under the nose is true.
O lady we receive faults from heaven,
To mend them we are sent on earth,
Instead of mending we always raven,
Forget all commands given on the birth.
Always correct yourself do not criticize,
If you do so, first you what you say,
Avoid word-wasting habit if you are wise.
You know Words carry the power of pray.

Learn from your wisdom pretty word-use,
Do not use useless words that may confuse

When on my youth in solitude I ruminate,



SONNET  172
When on my youth in solitude I ruminate,
Before glass shows me a wrinkled face,
Laughing at self the self does confiscate,
And dries all tears and robs all my grace,
Naked eyes see not how age and youth,
Live together as in milk cream and butter,
The milk is soured and its naughty ruth,
Is called life force when the milk is shatter
When youth wears a new knitted dress,
Looks pretty like a moving scarecrow,
In a new world is hailed youth’s ingress,
Now the world welcomes your silver brow.

Youth and age rest in the lap of years,
Virtue prolongs life shortens human fears.

My God each day prolongs my sorrow



SONNET  171
My God each day prolongs my sorrow
It turns black to silver each silver hair,
Will tell a woeful tale of love tomorrow,
Makes my woes immortal the pen glare
I write woes in rime to teach you a lesson,
All glooms behind the beauty temple rest,
When the beauty goes leaving woe passion,
None to serve you love as a beauty ghost
I call beauty day disease and night balm,
That does cure soon for the coming days,
The whole organs feel a heavenly calm,
You lose knowingly in different ways.

Reason prolongs your life it is a life force,
Emotions kill life as a child in concourse.

Thursday, November 16, 2017

All winter night sweetie love I engross,



SONNET  170
All winter night sweetie love I engross,
In watching beauty in my hellish vision,
Does pass like the moving sights cross,
Before the eyes your pretty youth region
I see your childhood, youth and old age,
My mind glass shows me all reflections,
With golden faults on the unseen page,
Recorded forever hates and affections
I wonder what I have done before,
Alas! No virtue I see in my book of life,
When I count virtues but sins are more,
So I have wasted my life in love strife.

O love! Life is given once use it better,
Avoid quarrels wealth does not matter.

Some want rain due to lack of food,



SONNET  169
Some want rain due to lack of food,
But I pray to God to maintain the law,
Never changes the laws like our mood,
All well in my lady but changing her flaw.
The matter-change but not so very soon,
As cute women’s will without any aim,
So the matter-change is the matter ruin,
Every two creates the third is real fame.
I see matter reflection in human being,
Matter produces riper thoughts in matter,
Work behind curtain don’t see the seeing,
The more you think the more will be better.

What is a woman’s love I know it well,
A bundle of false tears and nothing to tell

Glee to enjoy you not enjoy pleasure,



SONNET  168
Glee to enjoy you not enjoy pleasure,
Sadness closes the gates of life force,
Slowly and slowly die you think in leisure,
For God's sake O lady change you course.
You receive gladly who gives you pain,
Why you give smiles to your foes O Fair?
Your this behavior does make me insane,
You deceive me while I was not aware.
Who compels you to show beauty pride?
Today you have it tomorrow you will lose,
The more you cute the more it you hide,
Think just a gift your twenty years choose,

Do not fall in love do learn how to hate,
Ah one kiss with self opens fortune gate.

Spend smiles less and keep for old age,



SONNET  167
Spend smiles less and keep for old age,
When none gives you this precious gift,
Your smiles are locked in the year cage,
And you feel its worth when you drift.
Ask the mirror where goes your smile?
That bound the heart leaves you forever,
None is ready to kiss none awaits awhile,
And your false pride time waves devour.
My sweet love in old age you do realize,
In your sweet vision a pretty scarecrow,
Attract playing kids with the hollow eyes,
Now youth love lays in wrinkles I trow.

Each wrinkle a tale on the wrinkled face,
Time writes it to enhance your face grace.

When I think to my love I am a traitor,



SONNET  166
When I think to my love I am a traitor,
Traitor breeds’ traitor is a natural law,
I betray you, you betray your Creator,
I think o poor love your love is raw.
My muse teaches who makes you so,
Her false smiles warn my sunken eyes,
My love failure written on the white brow,
When I know love my false love dies.
O my poor love, give me what you had,
Just hate you've but I give you in return,
The heavenly pleasure I call myself mad,
Alas! I do not give you luck what I learn.

For mighty hearts a trap your false smile,
Your cunning is thief your cheeks beguile.