Sunday, January 29, 2017

JH Sayyar's Sonnets

383
O My Rose your memories burn my mighty brain,
Hunger shines in my stomach pain starts in the head,
Awaking wisdom soaring upward with my poetic train,
Watching all the world, awaking all the powers dread,
Your love proves termite making hollow my being,
Like a scarecrow hanging on the corn crop in the field,
To frighten the birds, watching the scarecrow fleeing
Love termite eats my heart and cuts bones like a shield,
I turn down your love making me meager and stale
Beauty cannot feed belly and upsets my cordial mind,
O My Love! Go to green whom you welcome and hail
I say goodbye to your love I am not to you more kind

Ah! Self love: the soul grace, wisdom golden crown,
It is given to those who wear in the cradle truth gown

JH Sayyar's Sonnets

382
When night falls on earth my sleeping eye awakes,
And finds sleeping the whole earth in the sound sleep,
I see God’s blessings falling on the earth like flakes,
Over the kneeling heads on carpet and all night weep,
With my opened eyes when I survey the beauty land,
Bells standing before the glass under the full moon,
Their plastic beauty making their face beauties grand,
More trembling hearts in lone I listen to its micro tone,
The foolish sees the things with eyes slave to the light,
Wise men survey the earth with their spiritual eyes,
Falling night closes the eyes with day’s falling might,
What human eyes see not but reality see all the wise

When I see my poor being in my Muse looking glass,
Time reflects on my face and creaks growing like grass

JH Sayyar's Sonnets

382
When night falls on earth my sleeping eye awakes,
And finds sleeping the whole earth in the sound sleep,
I see God’s blessings falling on the earth like flakes,
Over the kneeling heads on carpet and all night weep,
With my opened eyes when I survey the beauty land,
Bells standing before the glass under the full moon,
Their plastic beauty making their face beauties grand,
More trembling hearts in lone I listen to its micro tone,
The foolish sees the things with eyes slave to the light,
Wise men survey the earth with their spiritual eyes,
Falling night closes the eyes with day’s falling might,
What human eyes see not but reality see all the wise

When I see my poor being in my Muse looking glass,
Time reflects on my face and creaks growing like grass

JH Sayyar's Sonnets

382
When night falls on earth my sleeping eye awakes,
And finds sleeping the whole earth in the sound sleep,
I see God’s blessings falling on the earth like flakes,
Over the kneeling heads on carpet and all night weep,
With my opened eyes when I survey the beauty land,
Bells standing before the glass under the full moon,
Their plastic beauty making their face beauties grand,
More trembling hearts in lone I listen to its micro tone,
The foolish sees the things with eyes slave to the light,
Wise men survey the earth with their spiritual eyes,
Falling night closes the eyes with day’s falling might,
What human eyes see not but reality see all the wise

When I see my poor being in my Muse looking glass,
Time reflects on my face and creaks growing like grass

JH Sayyar's Sonnets

382
When night falls on earth my sleeping eye awakes,
And finds sleeping the whole earth in the sound sleep,
I see God’s blessings falling on the earth like flakes,
Over the kneeling heads on carpet and all night weep,
With my opened eyes when I survey the beauty land,
Bells standing before the glass under the full moon,
Their plastic beauty making their face beauties grand,
More trembling hearts in lone I listen to its micro tone,
The foolish sees the things with eyes slave to the light,
Wise men survey the earth with their spiritual eyes,
Falling night closes the eyes with day’s falling might,
What human eyes see not but reality see all the wise

When I see my poor being in my Muse looking glass,
Time reflects on my face and creaks growing like grass

JH Sayyar's Sonnets

381
When pretty face smiles on earth break the lover’s ruth,
Like falling leaves from the trees in the autumn season,
Tears fall down from the balls bit by bit none to soothe,
In lone like Satan emotions activate the lover’s reason,
I see pretty woman’s love in my tamed parrot’s eyes
Changing like the cloudy weather of a dark, dark night,
All day cleaves my poor heart my mistress’ ruthless lies,
My broken heart pieces fly in the air like a flying kite,
No pretty mistress on the earth loyal to the loyal friend,
I have seen in my life near me and far and far away,
At every mile I see woman’s love and changing trend,
As in the full moonlight trembling water on the bay

I knit with immortal words your evergreen fame dress,
When you die you leave in my verse the blonde tress

Saturday, January 28, 2017

JH Sayyar's Sonnets

380
Ah! When I see the moon in the blue, blue sky,
Twinkling star playing hide and seek with the moon,
To see my mistress’s face in the bright moon I try,
Kiss her but a murmuring voice in my ears, O Loon,
It is not the moon, but another’s hidden lover’s heart,
In which your lady lives leaving you alone in lone,
All pleasures for the lovers but gloom in the life part,
Listening to the soft voice my poor heart does moan,
I think and think more and reach at this solid point,
Like moonlit women’s love enlightens the lovers’ face,
And the first lover with her false promise does anoint,
Her coral breast and red, red cheeks, her trapping base,

Don’t believe in women’s love and the whore’s smile,
Like death women put her first lovers in the dusty file

JH Sayyar's Sonnets

379
In the flame of your youth O Rose my life burns,
My life pleasures melt bit by bit like a wax drop,
My woe taking new life in the candle pit discerns
Woes take different shapes as on the earth crop
Love comes on earth sitting in the woman’s heart,
Women know love deceit in love since her crawl
Both on earth draw women’s deceitful love cart
Love peeps through the eyes, tongue exposes brawl,
My Lady learns deceit from the mountain crow
Deceiving maiden’s being a manufacturing defect,
Live in eyes, hate in heart, anger sits on the brow,
A few know on earth who know women’s eyes tact

Women’s love on earth cannot make men sure great,
Those who claim knowing women well exaggerate

JH Sayyar's Sonnets

378
Tired of day’s work when I lay on my night bed
Your image floats all night in my poor sunken eyes,
Owing to sleeplessness poor soul bit by bit turns red,
Yea! When I think my love is dying I fall and rise
To watch your face I wait all day for the darker night
As hungry cuckoo’s kids crying in the nest for food
Painful wait hurts bit by bit my power words’ flight
Your thoughts purify my verse, my words are crude,
When I open eyes the sun breaks my sweet vision
Then in my poor eyes all day I do search for you
Your twinkling image in the balls makes confusion
Ah! Either your love is false or my life full of woe

When slumber into my poor eyes leisurely creeps
Your pretty soul through the eyes in my heart sleeps

JH Sayyar's Sonnets

377
The nature of things activate human min’s passion,
Of three kinds: sensual, intellectual and pure rational,
All these issue anon from our soul’s soft aggression,
When soul burns, burns all will and wishes irrational
When soul past evil causes badness, anxiety and grief
When soul past good causes love, lust, delight and joy
The most secret of life and death I tell you in brief
Neither life is mirth nor in human being’s hands a toy
Confidence in God makes all men hopeful and bold,
But deficiency causes in soul hopelessness and fears,
But happy past of soul turns will-iron into pure gold
When heart weeps in lone eyes shed tears and tears

All types of passions dwell not in soul but in mind,
But life and death secret in the strong will I do find

JH Sayyar's Sonnets

376
O Rose1 Your youth will never, never grow old,
Your print in my sunken eyes will be ever young,
My immortal pen has turned your iron age to gold,
Ah! Your fame flag in the milky skies I have hung
When I close my sunken eyes I see your pretty face,
Waiting for my poor love on the bed of red, red rose,
Your cute smile adds charm to your winsome grace,
O Rose! You wake when love anon comes and goes,
O Lady, you my dream princess, free of earthly fall
Free of cruel time claws and free of human wrath,
When time decays all our love shines in Eden hall
I see in vision my love walking on the rosy path

O Lady! I have saved in my balls your pretty youth
But time proves your holy heart free of worldly ruth

JH Sayyar's Sonnets

375
Look at the beauty of rose in the flowery mead,
Welcomes new comers with open tender heart,
Makes heart full of glee in lone if you heed,
Beauty and lover for beauty human nature part
Flute tender music charms in lone all human ears,
Birds chirping allure five senses of human being,
Both add charms in life and remove human fears,
The dying beauty of rose reveals our age is fleeing,
Beauty in women’s beauty spreading not love, hate,
Among men on earth thus burns all beauty seeds,
The beauty that hails not lovers may not be great,
Perfect beauty on earth activates the lovers’ deeds

False beauty on the globe the lover heart gallows,
As for blocking mercury in spine kidneys’ tallows

JH Sayyar's Sonnets

374
I see my deeds record in my tiny shoulder bone,
The same I see on the earth, the same in the rays,
The record locked in Luz; the same rays have shown,
The rays pick our thoughts not our actions not praise,
Our thought nothing but the rays coming from the sky
Sending our thoughts back to be stored in book of life,
Our actions are not written but thoughts when we die,
Brain full of images inters in the tomb with love rife,
True love leaves print on earth unseen for human eyes,
As we can’t see devil-feet roaming on earth all night,
As eyes can’t see but hear in darkness the devil’s cries,
Intention shakes the heaven’s throne, if it is pure light

O mortal man, learn the art of how intention to purify,
Your eyes see on the earth all hells and heavens lie

JH Sayyar's Sonnets

373
When love dies, thoughts, feelings and emotion fly,
The lover’s wisdom sleeps in the dark pit of cells,
The Brain in dusky air without aims does soar high,
To burn human souls open seven golden gates of hells,
Ears refuse to listen; eyes refuse to see the vast glob,
Heat stops thinking anon and shuts the message train,
And into the dark holes, the poor heart tries to probe,
Eyes blind, ears deaf, all hearts efforts prove in vain,
What is love? Soul emotion, as cucumber bitter foam
Hides in its being as the canker in the red pretty rose,
Slowly and slowly bitter fume in its cute being roam,
Thus all the negative trends in the lover’s soul grows

All voices ears slave, all images store in our tiny eyes,
Heart, eyes and ears receive the signals from the skies