Poetry Blogs (Fairy)
Tere daaman par girey they chheentey muktalif rang ke
Chehrey par thi khili muskurahat aik alag dang se…
Tum se aa rahi thi sada kuchh suhani kuchh ruhani;
Rango me bheegey they lag rahe kuchh malang se…
Iss roop me tumhe dekh kar koi purani yaad aayi;
Tumhe dekh ke aaj meri aankh fir muskurayee!
Iss tarah nahi dekhi thi kabhi shayad mai ne gour kiya nahi,
Safeid resham m...
Wednesday 11th March 2020 9:48 am
Nancy comes in my dreams
Like a fairy of Disney Land
Have two wings and song
Touch hearts with no band
Nancy comes from the moon
Where the lovely stars shining
Calls me to join the song
And to share her in the dancing
Nancy, I love you so much
Can you call me only once?
Don't keep me in dreams
Just come in real to dance
Wednesday 3rd April 2019 10:42 am
Pierce me once more with that joyous laughter
Happiness is embodied,
But so much more.
Bewitched, longing for enlightenment
I serve thee
Soul that entwines my mind
Allow me to be seen, to be heard, to be touched
Monday 20th November 2017 8:50 pm
She waltzed amongst the roses,
Tiptoed upon the thorns
wrapped herself in petals,
Avoiding skin like nettles.
He was poison ivy,
Prickly like holly,
Poison berry kisses,
Cupid's arrow misses.
They wandered through the gardens
Creeping ivy binds them.
United by deadly nightshade,
Their home a fairy glade.
Babies fed with seed pods,
Rosary pea a...
Monday 27th February 2017 10:39 pm
I looked under every leaf
Today for the fairy.
Who must be here
Teaching me love.
To write to you
Poetry and verse.
From the heart
My very core.
Where could she be
Hiding so cleverly.
Darting from bloom
To bloom, flowery.
I want to speak
To her asking for.
Never let it stop.
Bring her to me
I feel her wings
During the night.
Fanning my dreams
Tuesday 3rd December 2013 2:43 pm
( A french poem with english translation )
J'irai allonger ma tête dans la cavité de la pierre,
Pour ne plus entendre les lamentations de la Terre.
L'arbre, sur l'horizon, se déracine,
Et laisse son feuillage s'envoler dans les vents.
Les oiseaux ont laissé leur pavillon d'été.
Je mettrai sur mes épaules le manteau de ta prése...
Tuesday 19th June 2012 11:35 am
Once there was a Dublin hospital,
A sullen, Nightingale institute,
Whose 1980s walls would house a miracle,
And sprout embryos who would come to repute.
Two princes born to mother, Louis Walsh
Lay vulnerable and crying for their fame,
But before they could suckle, the angels
Were baptised with their Siamese stage name:
John + Edward = Jedward.
Sunday 19th June 2011 8:07 am