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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.

(- Writer: Nay Af/Autumn Green)
Dedicated to 2nd November 2009

She smiles in beauty

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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.

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.

(- Writer: Nay Af/Autumn Green)

Image credit: “The last tree” by Pygar

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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 said, “For 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 return,
I gifted her my pen.

(- Writer: Nay Af/Autumn Green)

[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.

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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.

(- Writer: Nay Af/Autumn Green)

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From the monsters of reality to the dragons of fantasy,
My breaths are unsure, and your fate is chancy.

Gildamesh, Hydra, Sea serpent, Keira or Lotus,
You never were afraid, but always took a notice.

You led the army from front; be it a battle or a quest,
No wonder, today a medallion shines on your chest.

Cleric, Mage, Rogue, Ranger and a Warlock,
Crippling, deflection, and attacks – round the clock.

Bells toll for Armageddon, how to chain the spawn?
The battle will carry on from dusk till dawn.

Lo and behold! Here She comes from the forbidden land,
With a shine in her eyes, and a sword in her hand.

She speaks in her silence, plans strategy with vision,
And never gives up, even if she loses the mission.

Tired and injured, but for rest, there is no choice,
To be a champion, one needs to pay some price.

A star has fallen last night in the backyard,
And Glacius, the Frost Giant killed an elite guard.

Alchemy went wrong, and lava shard hit the ground,
Orcs emerged, and invaded the castle from all around.

Final round begun, clocked ticked, countdown started,
Ambrosia favors, but only those, who are not fainthearted.

I rushed with my cloned defenders to her aid,
But Typhonus swirled his arms and killed me with a blade.

Azeron issued mystic powers to all his dead slaves.
And seprent thrashed wildly causing large waves.

She rushed to save the army from that ravage,
And launched the force field for a massive amount of damage.

Health bar dropped to zero, but no remorse,
A cleric will fill the bar green, with full force.

Orcs jumped inside the castle breaching the eastern wall,
But she didn’t show panic, and still stood tall.

Giving up was not the option, but a blasphemy, a crime,
Do or die, but attempt for the survival, just one last time.

She opened the window, and let the volley of arrows fly,
She shouted, “Hit, hit, hit – Try, try, try.”

Atlantean spear shunned the last member of her team,
She recited her spell – The requiem for a dream.

Living in womb of time, how come one defeat the fate?
But she broke them all – those ugly walls of the dark gate.

So my friend, my leader, and the loving one.
You fought like Xena, didn’t take it as a fun.

‘Castle Age’ is not so easy, as sitting on a calm chair,
It asks a tons of courage, and calls for bounties of dare.

How to win the challenges, you proved yourself aware,
If one doesn’t appreciate, it would highly be unfair.

You skilled well in the art of getting out of trap,
Standing ovation must be there, with my cheers and the clap.

‘Castle Age’ is a long and a difficult tunnel to travel,
Girl! You made me proud, achieving the 500th level.

(- Writer: Nay Af/Autumn Green)

This poem is written as a tribute to my beloved, on achieving the milestone of 500th level in the Facebook game “Castle Age”. Game’s terminologies and characters’ names are used, which might be difficult to understand for the non-gaming readers.

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She talks in beauty, like a song,
With cleansing dust, and flares of ice.
The sweetness of ecstatic rhymes,
All are collected in her voice.

Mind treasured with such thoughtful trees,
Like someone lost her way in wood.
The vox that hymns like music notes,
A silence that’s less understood.

Who cares from where these echoes come?
From ancient bells of shores of Nile.
Her eyes are deeper than these waves,
Storms calm down with her single smile.

O’ Lord! Play once the harp of love,
My garden seeks the chirping birds.
O’ Lord! If once you bless my ears,
Few of her whispers and the words.

(- Writer: Nay Af/Autumn Green)
Dedicated to 2nd November 2009

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