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...
Oct 11, 2014
Oct 11, 2014 at 10:24 AM UTC
( 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
Oct 8, 2014
Oct 8, 2014 at 9:33 AM UTC
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
Oct 7, 2014
Oct 7, 2014 at 8:51 AM UTC
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
Oct 4, 2014
Oct 4, 2014 at 7:35 AM UTC
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."
Oct 2, 2014
Oct 2, 2014 at 9:40 AM UTC
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?
Sep 30, 2014
Sep 30, 2014 at 9:47 PM UTC
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!
Sep 27, 2014
Sep 27, 2014 at 11:45 AM UTC
COME, AYE COME!
Matloob Bokhari
Come, aye Come!
O the beauty of heaven!
Night in richly coloured dress is welcoming, come!
O the glory of stars!
Night stars like diamonds are welcoming, come!
O the ornament of moon!
In your absence, bright moon is welcoming,
Come!
O the queen of sky!
Scented air in night freshness is welcoming, come!
O the north polar star!
Moth orbiting around light has utterly consumed
Without form or body, is a part of beauty, come!
O the queen of light!
Carol of birds is playing melody sweet in tune.
My heart beating; cold callous gale started blowing.
Night has rolled hours away; moist has dampened my heart.
Come, aye come!!
COMMENTS : COME AYE COME
Kristen Scott: I love this very VERY much. This is hauntingly beautiful and each word of the poem is flowing in my veins like the poetry of my favorit poet, Federico Garcia Lorca..
Vern Ford : I can almost hear Buffy Saint Marie singing your absolutely breathtaking poems!
Laura Oliva Palacio: Magnifique voila!!!! What a beautiful poem! With simple words, but of great significance make one clearly perceived the sweet and sensitive young hearts have inspiration in the bright universe of love and the infinite .. Thank you so much for sharing Matloob !!!
Laura Grillo Laveglia: I love your poem. It is written in Edwardian style and this I adore!!!
Neil Perry :Refreshing and magical.
Gary Leikas: ahhhh . . . . mesmerizing music and thought . .
Kevin M. Hibshman : Amazingly beautiful...
Sep 27, 2014
Sep 27, 2014 at 3:20 AM UTC
A POOR GIRL
Matloob Bokhari
In a fortified city –land of social divide,
Where lordly rulers, sadly greedy reside.
I saw a girl, searching a scrap of food.
Hunger poured out from her innocent face.
Pain and poverty had silenced her smile.
On my question, stammering, she replied;
“In poverty, I am walking on thorns of life;
Parent without shelter, pass nights in a tent
And days of sorrow in the shadow of tree.”
Listening this, my eyes wept with tears.
Kissing her ***** and tired hands, I said:
“Love you, my poor girl; your story is so sad.”
Looking at me, my Murshud smilingly said,
“O created for Eternal Bliss, Give and will be given,
True joy in life is to share a slice of bread
Live a simple life; so others may simply live.”
COMMENTS : A POOR GIRL
Kristen Scott: Poignant, heartfelt, and an awakening against female brutality ~ well-done my friend, Kristen
Gary Leikas: Really lovely, tender and compassionate poem !! Poverty is more sad if that comes from the poor spirit. Love is pure gold !! Love is the only one that we have a real treasure . A beautiful piece.
Sep 27, 2014
Sep 27, 2014 at 3:17 AM UTC
SONG OF LOVE
MATLOOB BOKHARI
Let us sit on the grass
And smoke the pipe of peace.
Let us go in the dark, silent alley
And light a lamp with gentle smiles.
Let us walk on the sand of Karbala
And conquer hate with love.
Let us learn from sparrow and nightingale
Sit in chapel , sing in mosque, stay in mandar
The world is a sweet smelling rose,
Why to fill it with bombs and blasts?
Sep 27, 2014
Sep 27, 2014 at 2:50 AM UTC