All for one and one for all

Sunshine yellow, sunshine blue,
Dashing chroma, lovely hue.
That’s a treasure, tried and true,
Shines like pearl, on me and you.

Hide me, hide me in your shawl,
All for one and one for all.

Morning starts with zeal and zest,
Lark has come out from her nest.
Sun from east, and clouds from west,
Ah, their wedlock seems the best.

Winter, summer, spring and fall,
All for one and one for all.

Fluttering, flapping, greeny grass,
Empty bench and half filled glass.
Whistling breeze like that of bass,
Let it go, oh let it pass.

Let it play with trees and squall,
All for one and one for all.

Come on, come on, bros and sis,
Walk on air, let’s dance with bliss.
That’s so simple, yes it is,
Bless each one a hug and kiss.

Love is writing on the wall,
All for one and one for all.

(Nayyar Afaq / The Autumn Green)

She smiles in beauty, like a flower

She smiles in beauty, like a flower,
With charming scent and floral touch.
My head bows down, the worship starts,
Still looks, I haven’t loved her much.

Such gentle voice with tenderness,
Such sweetest hymn, and soft accent.
Such thoughts, that fill the volumes and,
Such words, that bring enlightenment.

These are, but pearls from higher world,
Not ordinary lips, or cheeks, or eyes.
What mystic Rumi failed to know,
I found that heaven in disguise.

Please wind! Don’t try to steal my scarf,
She at once, turns and hides her face.
And whispers something in the air,
Oh all that beauty, all that grace.

Some day, I would confess to her,
But how and when, I have no clue.
My silence keeps the mid night tears,
Her laughter shines the morning dew.

But ah! I am an autumn tree,
With springless nights, and arid days.
I wonder she will pluck my thorns,
Or maybe simply part her ways.

(Nayyar Afaq / The Autumn Green)
Dedicated to 2nd November 2009

 

Photo Credit: http://bit.ly/W729X9

Gem and Stone

She called him a gem,
But went for stone.
She ruled out him,
To choose unknown.

What lies in her heart?
She never shared.
She lost her time,
And hardly cared.

He fought with the walls,
But failed to break.
He earned only sorrow,
And lived in ache.

She said him goodbye,
Not even shook hands.
She left him alone,
And walked to new lands.

He waited for long,
And then gave up.
He left the chair,
With untouched cup.

Besides her smiles,
And the wedding chimes.
Life turned to have,
No rhythm and rhyme.

In a palace like home,
She found no space.
Every day, a new torment,
She had to face.

Then, one dark night,
Being doomed by scars.
She looked at the sky,
But got no stars.

She lost the sunshine,
Earned merciless rain.
She missed his warmth,
And cried in pain.

She had all the wealth,
With a man so tall.
But being unloved,
She was poorest of all.

With pillow in her arms,
Alone she slept.
Finding her soul empty,
Helplessly, she wept.

Her cheeks wrung pale,
And eyes turned wet.
She broke her bangles,
With a feel of regret.

The nights turned gloomy,
And the days so black.
She cursed her fate,
And wished him back.

But once who leaves,
Does never return.
And hence only memories,
One has to earn.

Few lessons in life,
We learn so late.
If we think in time,
Then wouldn’t it great?

(Nayyar Afaq / The Autumn Green)

Source: 
http://dustfae.deviantart.com/art/Never-Alone-188330093

Poem on the scarf

She waited all the night for one voice,
But no one knocked at the door of loneliness.
A prayer slipped from her eyes with a tear,
And fell down on the floor of loneliness.

She searched for one dream in her palms,
And looked at the sky in wonder.
She counted the days on her fingers,
And marked a circle on the calendar.

She walked to the corner of her room,
And then sketched a rose with the chalk.
She stared at it with the silent lips,
And wished if these walls could talk.

Dark, cosmic, stunning – but all blank,
She gazed at her eyes in the mirror.
The dismay blurred her vision like a fog,
Then at once, everything became clearer.

She wrote a few words on her scarf,
Hugged gently and threw it out of the window.
Her poem flew with the wind to the horizon,
And next day, appeared in the form of rainbow.

(Nayyar Afaq / Autumn Green)

The withered garden

Once, I was like a pale tree;
With the weak roots,
Slender branches,
And autumn all around me.
Solitude happened to be my guide.
Silence took a toll on my soul,
And left me just hollow from inside;
Along with silent eyes and empty hands,
Void of the pain of love.

Then, someone tread here like an angel;
Embraced me with a smile,
I was all arid,
She spelled a blissful rain of love.
And turned the soil of my soul into a garden.
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You drifted among the flowers,
And I devoted my nectar to you.
You engraved your name on the stem,
And my skin got injured.
I played the flute of wind for you.
You sung, danced and swayed.
I burnt myself under the scorching heat,
While you slept under my shade.

You placed your arms around me,
And offered your shoulders to cry on.
I thought the season of sorrows is ended,
And I got a companion, someone – my own.

But ah, my love!

Now, you wish to leave me?
And want me to forget you.
Just because I am not a tall tree,
And couldn’t touch the sky for you?
Just because the symphonies I play, are sad,
And they can’t bring any joy for you.

I won’t stop you.
You could seek another garden.
(but I will not wait for anyone else.)

The only name,
Shining on my stem is yours.
(And that too written by you.)
You want me to erase it?

If once I do,
I will start dying again;
Root by root,
Words by words,
Nest by nest,
Birds by birds.

If once I do it,
The autumn will reign over me again;
Branch by branch,
Leave by leave,
Dawn by dawn,
Eve by eve.

If once I do it,
My garden will be withered again;
Day by day,
Hour by hour,
Moment by moment,
Flower by flower.

You wish to leave me?
I won’t stop you.

In your next journey,
You could find so many tall and beautiful trees,
With the outfit of the green fabric of the spring.
(Sometimes, I wish I could also be like them;
Handsome and strong – just like a king.)

But caution!

In such a beautiful gardens,
Hunters use to fix their nets,
They trap the butterflies.
Strip their wings away and steal their colours.
Such gardens are delusions.
Those who wish for them,
Chase nothing but the illusions.

You wish to leave me?
Go ahead.
I won’t stop you.
As I will already be dead;
Withered, pallid and infertile.

(By Nayyar Afaq / The Autumn Green)

Photo courtesy: “The last tree” by Pygar

A Philosopher girl

Her room was like a library,
I found her among the books.
Big glasses, bungled dress and hairs,
Philosopher by her looks.

I asked her, with surprising tone,
Why so much books she had?
(Perhaps I discomforted her,
By arguing, and that’s bad.)

She said she welcomes everyone,
(But switched off is stardust.)
Then hugged me to officially start,
A friendship based on trust.

Then at once, lost in random thoughts,
She placed her hands on shelf.
And sighed if ever she will find,
Her soul mate, Mr. Elf.

Before there born Copernicus [1],
She told, this earth was flat.
And in the box, beneath her bed,
There was Schrödinger cat [2].

She was so void of cosmetics,
With spots of ink on chin.
She picked a lipstick from cupboard,
And threw in the dust bin.

She arched her fingers, and then shaped,
A star with rubber band.
And looked at me with such a smile,
Like sky is in her hand.

Her eyes were like magnetic poles,
With arctic flares in head.
No cushion or pillow for nap,
She had just books on bed.

And when she took and placed on lips,
An empty cup of tea.
Her absentmindedness was like,
She’s not she, she is me.

She told hate is love in disguise,
And love is actually hate.
I grumbled, “Heaven’s sake. Please stop,
I couldn’t get it, mate.”

Then don’t know why she angrily said,
“You too are like all men.”
To prove her wrong, then, in avenge,
I gifted her, my pen.

(Nayyar Afaq / The Autumn Green)
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[1]- Nicolaus Copernicus (1473–1543) was a mathematician and astronomer who proposed that the sun was stationary in the center of the universe and the earth revolved around it.
[2]- Schrödinger cat: A famous paradox of Quantum Physics.

Photo credit:
http://breathing2004.deviantart.com/art/book-of-romance-100307603

She laughs to hide her swollen eyes

She smiles with beauty like a flower,
The one, which blooms in pleasant rain.
Her cheeks shine like an ornament,
Who knows this way she veils her pain?

She thinks of me, while going to sleep,
Here all day long, I miss her much.
I dream to see her noble face,
She prays to feel my gentle touch.

No matter what else I might say,
I turn my words when I confess.
She does the same with trembling lips,
Then at once brings a No from Yes.

She laughs to hide her swollen eyes,
I smile to heal my broken heart.
And day by day, such time will come,
With injured self, when both will part.

(Nayyar Afaq / The Autumn Green)