Your Beauty and shyness (Poem)

Your Beauty and shyness

Your Beauty and shyness

It is true, it is fact

It is fine, it is correct

You are matchless

Yes, yes, yes

When I said

In my arms or on bed

Feet to head

You are perfect

Smiling face

And the grace

And the tenderness

Matchless, matchless, yes

Admiration of your beauty

Making you blush oh my sweetie

But is true and a fact

You’ve no defect

Dimple in simple cheeks

And the hair sleeks

Lips are rose

And the nose

All are peerless

All are confess

Simplicity, Simplicity perfect

Always attract

Shyness, shyness o sweet heart

Making you warm and hot

Ruddy skin and sweat on brow

The breathes like winds blow

Your beauty is dominant

But the shyness is prominent

It is true, it is correct

It is realty, it is fact

The Pink, Red Blood (Poem)

The Pink, Red Blood

The Pink, Red Blood

In the name of God

Stop to commit pious fraud

quit the wars

From earth to stars

The lives you take

Not are of the snakes

They are all in rhymes

Of life and dreams

The eyes you closed forcefully

With the terror  in horror’s gully

The greatness and sanctity

of humanity not for calamity

Men, the deputy to the lord

The lord, omnipotent God

Master Of the Judgement's day 

Never allowed, on his clay

Human's pink red blood
To be spilled like a flood

For the sake of  fake Dignity

And Self-esteem's oddity

Spill and drip in vanity
Pink, red blood Of the humanity

In the name of Selfishness
no one is to be oppressed, yes

Assertion of power is forbidden
Either overt or hidden

Super powers don't be Tyrant
Either unintentionally or Scant 

Remember, God loves humans

Either you have black or white clans

All have in veins to heart's stud

The pink, red blood

Let finish the game of thrill

Leave, stop, quit to spill

The pink, red blood of men
And challenge a contest of pen

Your Peerless beauty (Poem)

Your Peerless beauty

Your Peerless beauty

Oh my sweetie

Your peerless beauty

A stock and pile

Of smile

On  angelic face

Enhance the grace

Hairs on head

Like golden thread

Lips, like roses red

Silky, milky body, shed

Shed the love, and shower

A mercy ,twenty four hour

The kind, kind, kind

Inside you, I find

you are a fairy or angel

I dazed and yell

Deep, deep eyes

Like seas, blue as skies

Head to feet

You are sweet

East to west only pretty

Your peerless beauty

Miracles Not Happen Now (Poem)

Miracles Not Happen Now

Miracles Not Happen Now

Till the fields and plough

Hard work  is though

But the seed you sow

Then will grow

Miracles not happen now

In the evenings, in the night

And in the days bright

Nothing happen more than

You have strive for, Oh!

Miracles not happen now

In the age of knowledge

Go to the college

For the better future

Must  done your job, either slow

Miracles not happen now

Hard work is necessary

For the betterment of nations

Do the duty with honesty

If a nation yearn to grow

Miracles not happen now

Love, romance and the beauty

Are the things of scarcity

Rank and the name

For fame, strive anyhow

Miracles not happen now

Ghammaz Jee

Nothing beautiful More Than You (poem)

Nothing beautiful More Than You

Nothing beautiful More Than You

Oceans, Rivers, mountain

Dew drops, snow and rain

Trembling lakes

Glittering water

In moon lit night

Sky blue and white

Blooming rose dear

Garden’s flower full of pleasure

Beauty glance

And fairy’s face

All things no doubt

Beautiful about

All are unique peerless though

But Nothing beautiful more than you

Ghammaz Jee

Fair Weather Love (Poem)

Fair Weather Love

Fair Weather Lovemelting

I am melting

like a candle

in your love

oh! my dove

burning heart

full of thought

my mind

Yes remind

of time  living together

 in fair weather

Now distances

In the fences

Of the customs

And  traditions

Crushed emotions

Squeeze the passions

And the reason

Of my fall down

You have gone

See my fall down

Melting, melting

Like a candle

Lamenting heart

Analyze and sort

Nothing else time pass

I think that love, alas!

Thanks oh my dove

For fair weather Love

A Wither Rose (poem)

A Wither Rose

A Wither Rose

Once, I passed through

An olden graveyard

Having a bird eye view

On the peaks of sediments

Looking like a stocks

Of inline series of rocks

Graves, graves, everywhere

A glean was just spare

The city of the solitary

Silent dead burry

Some of them adorned

With the garland looking mourned

Some of them embellished

With wreathes, and Roses Red

Some of them looking very old

Some with just fresh clay

The fresh and wet clay show

The buried of two or more days ago

And the dry, barren old clay

Speaking the story of much older

There on an old but not much

A rose lying dry, with no charming touch

Talking to me, as I swear

Oh man! Passing through here

For a while just turn to me and look

Once, I were also a blooming rose

Emitting a charming scent

And alluring alls hundred percent

All were yearn to adorn them

With my scent, petals and stem

Demise were not in my mind

Never think dryness of this kind

One or two days ago dear

I plucked out and spread over here

On the grave of a dude

That had spent hundred years of life with proud

As long may be the life span

But eventually oh man

All will have return to eternal home

In the graves looking like clay’s dome

See oh traveler see

And must think thee

You, one day come here, this sage

After having the end of age

In a good and lamenting manners

A wither rose talking to me

A wither rose, talking to me greatly

With a great fact and realty

Still, I feel scent of truth when wind blows

Of a wither rose, of a wither rose

Still I have the sounds of those words and echoes

A factual speech of a wither rose

Ghammaz Jee 

I Regret

I Regret

I were fullest of love

And yearn for the love

Once I were

Fond of wander

Difficult for all to understand

Why I wandered of on the sand

Why, why, why I wished to irrigate

With the tears, a solid sandy dessert

In vain, why searching for the love

Of the lifeless world’s garden

Nobody known my irritation

Of the Soule's dissatisfaction

Nobody knew why I wandered

So restless, so shattered

Searching for what? Loves bless?

Oh! No or affirmative, yes, yes, yes

There was no love in hypocrites

I were mad for love’s sights

I was in real a mad person

Who not know the reason

The reason to live at earth

To be hypocrite and disloyal worth

I was a fault of my meekness'

On it , I regret, yes, yes, yes

I was on the wrong, oh shit

So, now, I regret, I regret, I regret

Your Nice Smile (Poem)

Your Nice Smile

A time was there

all were in favor, so fair

I were in your good book
you hypnotize me in just a look

Talking about your nice smile

Enrich the my happiness’s Pile

from chin to forehead
when it did spread

the facial of your face
were ravishing with a grace

to relief my all pain
I would had like your smiles chain

your nice smile, comfort in pain
washed out worries and drain

it had brought on face your expressions
the index of your passions

would that it breakout from your heart
make me joyful, and smart

I am still in the sea of your grace
wandering for your nice smile

would that you meet me for a while
with your nice smile