MY Place IS Placeless
Matloob Bokhari


You are moonlight
You are fragrance in the breeze
I am bewildered to see you
I am speechless
In the frenzy of my love
I am drifting in the sea of your love
Now and then ,joy and  depression
Dark thoughts and light of love
I am senseless
You and I are inseparable
I want to kiss you  with tenderness
I am helpless
I live for you, my  love is timeless
My heart ,where you are living,
Has become a room of prayer
All  I belong to you!
I am a nameless poet
My place is placeless!

Persian Khushi Sweet and touching


Deanna Caroline Bosworth How precious!...Quite the romantic

    Connie Hofacker Hemmerich Senter Wow, I feel the commitment of your heart...a room of prayer, so very toucing, Matloob. Thank you, for sharing.
Fran Ayers So lovely!!.I missed your poetry!!
Natasha Nabokov Thank you, . Kiss kiss
    Barbara Shoetaker You write so passionately.
Demelia Denton A writer of many explicit romantic words Matloob Bokhari ~ Beautifully written
Lindy Michaels Really lovely...

( A FRIEND'S GIFT)          

          WINE BEARER
               MATLOOB BOKHARI

O    wine bearer
O wine-bearer! brighten my cup with your reflection
Your face’s  reflection in cup is sweeter  than  my wine
O moon of the glorious night,listen
In the lonely, silent blue room
You are my only single  candle light,
In the middle of Sahara  desert high noon
You are cool morning breeze, a lovely pearly  drop
O breath of my life!
Walk amidst rose garden in a ruby dress
Where perfume unlocks your long locks
Darker than  thick dark clouds in the sky
O my sweet friend
Tell me tale  of love of immortal Waris Shah
Lord of immortal verses in  the halls of eternity,
Sing hymn of peace with twinkling stars
Teach forgiveness to wolves with your smile
Spread love  with the light of your gentle look
Pray for dawn with the sounds of midnight
I  am your  insane lover, logic laughs at me



















Natasha Nabokov Oh, so sweet of you. Thank you for the pleasure of your verses. You are like my first love Tagore, gently and drunkenly adorable

THESE EYES,THESE BEAUTIFUL EYES

When you looked at me
The fire of your eyes created
Deep waves in the sea of my soul
I am drowning deeper and deeper
In the wide ocean of infinite love
These eyes,these beautiful eyes
Made me see deep in the ocean
And imbibe wisdom from the sky
These eyes,these beautiful eyes
Painted kindness on my mind;
And  inscribed love on my heart
These eyes,these beautiful eyes
More beautiful than the starry night
More sweet than the moonbeam kiss
More kind than  the perfumed garden
These eyes,these beautiful eyes

AN ODE TO A BABY
MATLOOB BOKHARI

I saw a baby in a valley wet with dews
Standing   in the wholesome herbs
And flowers of fresh hues
Plain air was ruffling her hair
She was honey sweet and a pure chaste flower
No bee has ****** her;  no wasp has stung her
The valley was alive with the music of stream
With flowers so various, so beautiful, so new,
So stunning sunlit blue sky,  so sweet cool breeze
In the valley ,  the baby  was the most delightful flower
I praised her  with all my heart and with all my  mind
O sweet heaven, lucky will be the one
Who would taste her  before his death
Few moments in the valley have made a forever memory
I still smell the perfume of her beauty   when  lay awake at night
The baby  even to date brightens  up  my soul with her smiles

THE Beautiful Face
Matloob Bokhari
I saw a moving full moon over the sea
Then I saw the face of a maiden
I stopped and said, “Moon is fair
But the sweet magic of her face is
  Fairer far, which attracted my eyes
Captured my heart and won my soul."

DREAM
                                                                             MATLOOB BOKHARI


                              In a dream, I am where meadows are in bloom,
                               Where days are full of spring flowers
                           Nights are packed with  incense burning tables
                         Where gentle breeze exhales his sweet breath,
                      Where silky girls with long necks are dancing in arms
                     Where women ,brilliantly white with shinning skin,
                     Are weaving necklaces of narcissus flowers
                         Boys are wearing garlands of white violets
                Tender girls, wearing royal and rich perfume
                   Are  speaking honey-coloured  words with sweet lips
                      All are happy,  laughing and drinking
                   Singing , dancing ,embracing and kissing
       Where enemies are  killed not by bombs but kisses
             Here, everyone speaks sweetly, laughs attractively
          With shinning  faces and joyous hearts


Karyn Walker Brother Matloob,

Love conquers all is what you honestly express,
in lines that deserve the best and nothing less.
Wishing you happiness sweetness and a pen
that continues to compose with vigor and zest!
Reaching always from the North,
south, east, and west!
Sending all my love,
― Karishmananda


Michele Vizzotti-White Heavenly, thats cool that the boys r wearing flowers. I love the laughs attractively line... people w/ unattractive laughs bother me a little more then they should ...well versed or should i say dreamed...
Connie Hofacker Hemmerich Senter You dream of peace, my dear friend...I too dream of peace. Beautiful poem, Matloob, thank you, for sharing. ...perhaps one day, our dreams will become reality. I pray it will be so, in our lifetimes.


Sandra Delussu where is this place, Matloob?...it's worth a visit, isn't it?

LOVE STORY
                   MATLOOB BOKHARI
Last night , in the midnight, we were together,
Walking  hand in hand  with tears of smiles.
You were my  flower,  perfume of my heart.
Looking  at me with  soft eyes  with long lashes,
With tears and smiles, kissing me with your ruby lips.
Lying in your arms, I tasted a touch of  your skin,
Your pain, your hot tears in the jaws of darkness.
Which broke the spell of my midnight dream.
Now  these love songs are the tears of my soul.
Ah me!  Broken moon is now without moonlight!