Love is neither just old,
nor is it just new...
Love is when the old and the new
intertwine warmly,
and it is difficult to tell one from
the other...
Love is when the strings of
the old and the new play together
to fill this earth with music...
© Manan sheel.
Dec 3, 2019
Dec 3, 2019 at 9:34 PM UTC
A single evil thought, has the potential
to destroy centuries of creation, in a second,
Still, a single drop of creation, a little thought to create,
is worth more than oceans of destruction...
© Manan sheel.
Nov 18, 2019
Nov 18, 2019 at 1:02 PM UTC
Isn't this night full of stars,
this musical night, this sweet night,
this purple tender night,
Isn't this for me?
And this moon peeping from
the branches of this long-leaved tree,
Doesn't this shine for me?
And these, my sweet tears,
fresh like the morning dew,
these are also mine.
I ask that people know me,
that they become mine,
yet, I don't see,
that everything here,
is for me...
© Manan sheel.
Nov 15, 2019
Nov 15, 2019 at 10:19 PM UTC
Sometimes, I feel
that the modern world
has traded love, for clarity...
has traded flowery gardens,
for deserts.
has traded stars,
for a picture of stars.
has traded dance and songs,
for analysis.
has traded ecstasy,
for mere control.
has traded heart,
for mind.
has traded life,
for death...
© Manan sheel.
Nov 13, 2019
Nov 13, 2019 at 8:07 PM UTC
I will do
these amazing
things, just for you...
I will go to the nearby garden
of my neighbour, and steal the juiciest
fruits, the tastes of which contain
the wondrous tales of the trees,
you will be so excited to listen to
the tale of the mother parrot, who tasted
every Guava, and took the bite only from
the sweetest part to share with her children.
This neighbour might come after me carrying
his stick, but any risk can be taken, for our fruity
moments of togetherness, when we will sit cuddled,
and munch on fruits making surpy-surpy sounds...
I will make an orchestra
consisting of singing bulbuls,
koyals, pigeons and sparrows,
and will not say no to any
bird or animal who wants to join in.
For example, crickets and monkeys,
can join in, and even happy wolves with
their hoo-hoos. We should not say no
to anyone, because although our orchestra
may not sound well, but everyone
should be happy, everyone has a heart
which must not be broken...
Then, there will also be a dancing DJ for
the Sur-Suri Dance of the snakes,
for the Halli Dance of the dogs,
(originated from Hallaq Kuttaq,
their great-grandfather),
also some monkeys will be allowed
to swing their hips, all for your entertainment,
Some hyenas may also do yip-yip-yip,
and cry and laugh, laugh and cry,
but you mustn't be afraid then,
for these hyenas are also pals...
for you see for this day everyone
is our friend, the whole universe
is our friend, love flows like a waterfall,
for we are in love...
© Manan sheel.
Nov 12, 2019
Nov 12, 2019 at 6:53 PM UTC
Many kings there have been,
Many those who tried to leave their mark,
and thought that they left.
They were destroyed by nature and time,
in some years.
Nature and time, the real kings, they spare none.
Yet, the one who lives for others,
becomes a sweetheart of these kings...
© Manan sheel.
Feb 15, 2019
Feb 15, 2019 at 3:24 PM UTC
if you ask me
the symptoms
of love,
i will only say
'love is like flying in the sky,
nothing flies like love,
when all your bonds
from the earth break,
and you fly unrestrained,
when you disappear
and a light remains,
when you have no
boundaries,
you are in love'
© Manan sheel.
Feb 4, 2019
Feb 4, 2019 at 2:58 PM UTC
No, No, No,
I don't know
what will happen
tomorrow!
But, Look, Look, Look,
I am happy today
and now!
This wait is sweet,
My beloved is sweet,
A delicate bud is she,
An apple of my eyes, is she!
I write a poem for her,
A kiss would be better,
Sing this song of mine,
She is about to come,
it is already nine!
© Manan sheel.
Feb 3, 2019
Feb 3, 2019 at 7:57 PM UTC
The water of love
was unbearably hot
for my soul.
Time and again,
I had tried to get
into the water,
But just the touch
of it, and I would fled,
but it had the attraction,
its touch would haunt
me afterwards,
It would penetrate
my dreams.
Each time, I went a little
further into it,
but fled away,
Each effort took me closer,
And today, finally,
the spider made its web.
Today, finally, I settled into
love...
© Manan sheel.
Feb 2, 2019
Feb 2, 2019 at 2:07 PM UTC
Yes, you people
would have dreamed
of your sweetheart,
A thousand things you
would want to see
in your sweetheart,
Oh! I want but one -
May she love me,
May she love my heart
for its tears,
May she be a gift of flowers,
to my tender heart,
May she fill it with her fragrance,
My tears, her fragrance,
Let these two combine,
And I won't ask for anything else...
© Manan sheel.
Feb 1, 2019
Feb 1, 2019 at 9:06 PM UTC