Thursday, March 30, 2017

JH Sayyar's Sonnets

220
Today I miss you today's weather is fine,
Cool breeze blowing touching my cheeks,
Your dim memory on my mind does shine,
That is why your face today my soul seeks.
You leave me forever like a dust storm,
I feel your presence in my heart and soul,
Your love does teach me in love to roam,
Now you live in my sad and sunken hole.
Every comely sight reminds of your face,
That makes my sad heart like a foster child,
Or like the racer who does loose the race,
Or like the little babe whose mother is wild.

Every morning my Rose I do hope to meet,
Your waiting is more bitter and less sweet.

JH Sayyar's Sonnets

219
Learn, what? Time circle and nothing else,
Create faith the real route of time and space,
Educate reason the mother of faith He tells,
Upper world just shows reality in you trace.
Ignorant kill mother and keep live her child,
They use the child according to their will,
Mother the faith and killing ways more mild,
First the priests did it and can be seen still.
I've faith in reason and study space and time,
That makes my life records daily up date,
Writes on a disk separating vice and crime,
Love deceives the angels I do propagate.

I do find peace in love when I ruminate,
The study of microcosm lessens my hate.

JH Sayyar's Sonnets

218
As in a riper seed lays trunk and fruits,
So everything fixed nothing is on its will,
So natural laws constitute all our routes,
And forward to destination the faults to fill.
The foolish think joys wise active reason,
The wise thinking power shows right ways,
Think who put autumn into spring reason,
The wise wit not the unseen planet rays
A man's character lies in the parents’ gene,
A tiny gene carries all microcosmic traits,
That appears in microcosm none has it seen,
And consider low the highest wit propagates.

The parents’ genes’ world is out of control,
In settling all worldly affairs no wisdom role

JH Sayyar's Sonnets

217
Man is like a pretty puppet’s shadow,
The shadow's shadow the real is hidden,
As spring beauties before spring in meadow,
As sin-charms lie in life that were forbidden
The couple broke the first day vow made sin,
They were the first sin makers in paradise,
No mistake but was feed Eve’s heart to win,
So the sin circle of Eve the world beautifies.
Death is the messenger of our all actions,
Nothing but keeps our records up to date,
Without it the sinful cannot get perfections,
So the binder death we must not it hate

Woman, wealth and sex weaken man’s creed,
A weak faith the cause of death and life greed

JH Sayyar's Sonnets

216
I have spent twenty most precious years,
To trace a true love to console a sad heart,
I fail in my mission but eyes full of tears,
That taught me to love self I to you impart.
Love is nothing the lover’s eye reflection,
You worship your shadow and you do call
It your love and deceives you its attraction,
And does lead you by and by to an utter fall
My love my being‘s crystal looking glass,
When I see her how charming is my being,
Therefore I love her in loving to surpass,
Do something my youth is rapidly fleeing.

Always love and tears do walk together,
As man with shadow in the sunny weather

JH Sayyar's Sonnets

215
What I've done wrong to you, you turn,
Your pretty face from my innocent eyes,
I am thoughtful to you my Rose I learn,
To write from your cunning I do surprise.
Your beauty does teach me how to write,
Good and meaningful words for my rimes,
My musical words attract inhuman sight,
How forceful my thoughts prove pen crimes.
My potent captured spirits taught me to write,
One invents my word the other sharpens wit,
The third knits the sentences for me all night,
The fourth make me write when I do feel fit.

At every step wise man improves reason,
But I my life skill does put into word prison.

JH Sayyar's Sonnets

214
What a life the oldest churchyard dome,
All dying willful will echoes echo in it ever,
Like the poor ghosts that live in the tomb,
Life is sweeter but luck pleasures devour,
Life is a tussle between good and bad,
No life in woman’s love do love it more,
The more you love the more you glad,
As fish in the water of a pebbled shore
Life is a thought the thought never dies,
The stars that give us light rule our soul,
By an unseen thread the thread glorifies,
Our pretty life thread constitutes our goal.

Life is a name of thought they are stored,
In the microcosmic world with it I am bored.

JH Sayyar's Sonnets

213
Come and teach my love to love O muse,
Every time I see in your pretty eyes ruth,
When I do ask for love you always refuse,
Know not a witch sits behind your youth.
As the canker mars the beauty of rose,
That is born with it hidden in the petals,
Eat beauty by and by hard to diagnose,
As in the history the real cause of battles.
Anger is the canker that lives in the eyes,
And licks the thinking power like a termite,
Eats words and makes it hollow no cries,
Just like anger weakens your beauty sight.

Take my love Rose give me your anger,
I hang it on the earthly wisdom hanger. 

JH Sayyar's Sonnets

212
As a green hunter on a pebbled shore,
Sits all day putting rod in the blue water,
Watches the rod moment’s feeling bore,
At last his long waiting all wills slaughter.
I’m green in love sweetie I trust in you,
Waiting makes me half dead your wait,
Adds to my life one more bitter woe,
Devours all glees and lengthens hate.
I love myself and do see in your eyes,
My lovely face reflects the whole truth,
On my birth spirits do award me prize,
My heart full of love and free of ruth

So you think I am the lover of your eyes,
No, your eyes my likes I do immortalize.

JH Sayyar's Sonnets

211
God's thinking shows your lovely lips,
That knits emotions for a pair less tongue,
As April weather gives tenderness to tulips,
That power keeps them forever to be young.
So in the lip cage hangs the sharpest knife,
That twain the mighty heart in the first strike,
And he does loose forever his precious life,
Always the lip dagger does kill others' like.
So let me kiss the tulips with a great care,
The hands on the beauty bough in a red hue,
Look at me poor pretty without word O Fair,
If with the pretty words they cannot be yew.

So lip treasure makes or mars your name,
When it is loosed so make tighten its frame

JH Sayyar's Sonnets

210
Sweet rose avoid using the “word” hate,
Its blazing heat burns your natural grace,
And you do loose 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.