MSC #6 - PushkinIn the desert grew the flower's decree,MSC #6 - Pushkin by shehrozeameen
For the Lord had ordained its fate to grow;
Never could I have had dreams come to me,
That the bloom of spring was calming to know;
I have never seen a desert rejoice,
But here I was now left to make a choice:
To be a part of this celebration,
Or step aside in my dedication
To observe nature's ways from a distance.
Be neutral and not take part in wrong ways,
For what had led to coming of dark days
Was Mankind's crime: It sought in repentance
That the desert flower which will blossom,
Shall live long enough to see kind autumn
MSC #5 - CaudateAmor Vincit Omnia thus beginsMSC #5 - Caudate by shehrozeameen
This sonnet to you dearest nightingale
Love, oh precious! Love is a forlorn tale:
It gives an audience to the chagrin
Of the heart's impatience - thus does it grin
Shamelessly as its mastery impales
the senses, forcing a Schiller's lost vale
to consume one's vision, and see within:
To realize the light calling to us;
But the heart construes a cry to the Lord -
For it knows when the mind is led astray:
For it follows it own choice, it floats thus
To see from a plane we did not accord -
Hence do fools find that their choice one fine day
See their love fade away
Hindered hopes and whispers I reminisce
For Behind all that mirth and sweetened bliss
Fate Screams with a sharp hiss:
"Henceforth will you roam this world without hope?
For what will you sacrifice to elope?"
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A Byron AdviceFaireth the morn, till the sunlit ember shineA Byron Advice by shehrozeameen
And watcheth the pearl effervescence of the moonshine
Hark, and hear the cry of larks, the sound of waves
As you watch the shores of life pass by
Shineth the whiteness, as the poet is invited
The phoenix, omnipresent, solemn as cited
Fair be the man, a shine of diamond, in stark
contrast the vastness, a vestige of the Ark
Guideth both, but nigh, fair maiden,
For you must venture forth, and bid thine shade and
farewell. For what is ambivalence, when he who is above
Knoweth that our punishment... is our love...
Faireth thine journey well, both of ye...
And press forth forward, with warmth and glee
For there is not a moment's notice, before the shores of the sea
Alas, set aft, and are as damned as life can be...
Obscure MenagrieWatching this dark empty room all by myselfObscure Menagrie by shehrozeameen
Nothingness my aide my tourniquet keeping me
From bleeding till I am no more
A ghost in the shell waiting to be released
Never to happen, never to be
It's a meditation this room - zany thought it may be...
Guess I'm the only one wondering what is behind the iron curtains;
The shadows forming drapes;
Those wondrous voices, the void making shapes...
Guess all I know only what is in this room - what I can see...
An obscure menagerie
A meditation - a ghostly ecstasy
Opiates of autumn a senescence of my being
The tourniquet keeping me from waking
From opening my eyes the darkness consuming me
A shadow without a source; symptoms screaming loss
A narcissus beaten down; action without a cause
This room is all I know - herein will I fall...
And lose myself; breaking free the chains - my being that is enslaved...
And obscurely I fall... An abstraction... An obscure menagerie...
The Orchid of SpringThe orchid of spring flowers bloom againThe Orchid of Spring by shehrozeameen
Through thick and thin they grow
Weathering the shimmer of bountiful rain
But whether they last is unknown
The spring flower orchid they blossom with cheer
And gleam their radiant colors
Amidst winds and sunset, they reap without fear
And flush away angelic tears
The orchid of spring flowers,
a tiara worn with pride
By Nature that guarded all the lands,
in humor, with gentle strides
The blossoming flowers of the orchid of spring,
With innocent children falling sway
To listen to the sweet cheer of rustling leaves
And the birds merrily chirping
As the clouds make way for the eye of the Sun
With Helios embracing leisure
While the children were busy in their games and pleasure
He smiles upon this priceless treasure
This priceless treasure that Nature bestowed
But alas, my dear, now we must part
And bid adieu to the spring flowers
I pray that I live to marvel these showers
Nature's beautiful treasure, with whom I must part
Oh dearly beloved, farewell
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a reverie of sadness laments love transcendentAimes-tu quand je parle en francais?a reverie of sadness laments love transcendent by shehrozeameen
In the scavenging deep within my catacomb of old forlorn memories, did I find myself returning to the surface, alone, like a dead autumn leaf. Though I am not broken, I am far from perfect - just like an autumn leaf is intricately brittle, waiting for that one moment when it will be broken into so many pieces it does not serve anyone anymore. Thus did you speak when the darkness consumed and overlapped silence in its wake, leaving resolute impedance. What did you manage to do? You left, and forswore a wanderer in his wake, just as an autumn leaf leaves only a fleeting glimpse of what it once was: a part of a tree, a part of a greater life where there was love everlasting as long as it held onto those gentle tendrils called "sanctuary". There was none when the realization of an end, came into being.
Came into being... Came into being... came into being... how simple was it to be, when all it took was one simple realiza
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The Heavenly ShipOne day, it was early evening and the sun was just about to set, as the Little Sheep came to his friend Stalker Horse on the meadow, where he just took his goodnight grass, and asked: "You, Stalker Horse, you know the way to the heavenly ship? ".
"Hmmm," replied Stalker Horse, because he just chewed with relish on some particularly tasty herbs, "I think I can help you, Little Sheep. My grandfather often told about it when I was young and described me the way there."
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