In the Memories’ Mirror (Poem)

In the Memories’ Mirror

In the Memories’ Mirror

I look in the memories’ mirror

Sad past, so horror

Your angelic face

Full of grace

The pleasant time

Of my life

With you oh!

You went away now

You betray me

And flee

Flee away so far

Never find you again

It enhance the pain

The pain in the heart

The pain in the brain

The wounded soul

In night like owl

Awaked and Screeched

The oath

of loyalty has breached

The loaf of torn heart

Scattered in hundred

Of part

Again, blood spills

And  pot of body fills

With grief and sadness

Oh, merciless, yes

upon looking again, I swear

In the memories’ mirror

My Farewell (Poem)

My Farewell

My Farewell

When I entered all were happy
I passed a long time here sappy

Infancy to youth, until I shone
I looked many ups and down

In my youth dreamt of;
Fairies and beauty’s glance

There were too longings and wishes
Unfulfilled, Oh I perish

Then came a moment
When I went-

-to my eternal home
It was the departure of life’s groom

With the bride of death
People adorned me with wreath

Among sobs and wails
My funeral moved which I avail

On reaching grave’s rear
People offered burial prayer

Then they buried me
And went away freely


To saying me, this is your dwell
By this way, they bid me a farewell

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