"bokhari" poems
LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT
MATLOOB BOKHARI
When the first time I met you
You were like a nymph from heaven
I looked into your eyes
And forgot everything else
Then I remembered
I loved you many times before,
Before coming here, I had promised
You are all I ever wanted
Sep 27, 2014
Sep 27, 2014 at 12:22 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.
Moon tries to imitate hr face and
Rose tries to copy her lips in vain!
She is beautiful,she is most beautiful!"
Niamh Dada Land Lovely friend. Many Blessings
Michele Vizzotti-White I totally like the first one, it was vivid and I saw how the rose must have felt, they r both awesome and fanciful, a maiden more fair than the moon wow that is a powerful statement, the 1st one reminds me of a painting the second one a song of love, both lovely though
Demelia Denton Lovely written words Matloob Bokhari
Barbara Shoetaker And is this fair woman still the one who stole you heart?
Semeniuk Carole you know how much I love your poetry . your stories .. the way in which only you can tell it ~~ thank you my long time friend, Matloob Bokhari .. wishing you well .. alwayS !
ina Farnworth What a beautiful verse Matloob, thank you so much for
Connie Hofacker Hemmerich Senter Thank you, for sharing this lovely poem, Matloob.
Oct 18, 2014
Oct 18, 2014 at 3:38 AM UTC
FULL MOON
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."
Dec 26, 2014
Dec 26, 2014 at 9:30 AM UTC
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 24, 2014
Oct 24, 2014 at 10:44 PM UTC
SONG OF ANGELS
MATLOOB BOKHARI
I know one day the great wheel will turn over
Just as I came into the world, I will pass away
My body will be buried in the endless darkness
Flowers will sing hymn of grief,
Morning breeze will mourn
Lovers will sing mournful lyrics
Rain will drop its tears on my grave
Angels flapping their wings
Will come singing on my tomb
“He will have no fear
He will never be alone
He is a lover of Allah’s beloved
He is Majnun al Hussain.
All the lovers left a memory
No one could steal it,
Arrows could not **** Hussain
Knife could not **** Ismaeel
Fire could not burn Ibraheem
Whale could not eat Yunus
Sea could not drown Musa
Crucifixion could not **** Christ
They are all still bright stars in the dark infinity
Their shine is endless; their names are immortal.”
Nov 29, 2014
Nov 29, 2014 at 7:20 AM UTC
FANCY
Matloob Bokhari
I listened the sound of refreshing rain
And heard the dearest song of nightingale.
I saw Baby walking in the gentle rain
Fleecy clouds laying arms round her neck
Silver drops in pure delight kissing her lips
Sweet-smelling breeze blowing through her hair
Rainbow by raindrops studded on her rosy cheeks
I woke up when she called my name.
My soul knelt down to thank my Lord.
Who blessed me fancy – the greatest artist
O When the door of my soul is opened,
Ideas descend as drops of rain from sky
Sitting alone by fire in my study , I hear
Whistling wind and symphony of raindrops
I smell wet soil , perfume of meadow flowers
See Baby appearing as a column of light
And the sky with rainbow in her hand.
COMMENTS OF POETS
Laura Bailey Thank you Matloob Bukhari for the very beautiful poem
Rukiah Annuar awesome poem ... bleeding ink magnificently on the page . Such a wondrous gift ... for love of poetry, love~faith~gratitude~ Black heart (cards) ... my heart sings reading your poetry and touches my soul to the silent symphony of your poetic heart Black heart (cards)
Ch Navakanta Mishra Matloob Bukhari- Beautiful words
Leo Riccio My baby is like this... thanks, blessings.
Poet Love wow I love the way you wrote. Beautiful, well-done xoxo
Kevin M. Hibshman All love!!!!
Mike Eric Soffer very lovely
Gaudreault C Marie hhhhhhhhhhh.. I am speechless with the lines .. and also with the image.. I love them both so much !! .. I am fascinated by your works.. and cannot thank you enough for the pleasure it brings.. .. :D .. never stop this .. :D xoxoxo .. and I am grateful !! .. so very grateful.. THANK YOU .. LOVE ALWAYS, :D Black heart (cards) xoxoxo . Black heart (cards) you are a treausre !! xoxoxo Cmarie ..
Margaret Gudkov ohhh wow.. Fancy is such beautiful write.. my soul danced with your words
Carmel Mawle So beautiful. I especially love the fleecy clouds laying arms around her neck.
Jann Gail Jones your words were so precious . They brought such beautiful images to mind and softness and beauty to my heart that tears welled in my eyes. I was reading and dancing. Such magical words Thank you for having such a beautiful heart to be able to write such beautiful things. I thank God for sending blessed people like you. You poems give me faith in humanity. Blessings to you!
Nov 19, 2014
Nov 19, 2014 at 12:01 PM UTC
ANGEL OF DEATH
MATLOOB BOKHARI
I know one day the great wheel will turn over
Just as I came into the world, I will pass away
My body will be buried in the endless darkness
Flowers will sing hymn of grief,
Morning breeze will mourn
Lovers will sing mournful lyrics
Rain will drop its tears on my grave
Angel of death will sing on my tomb
“He will have no fear
He will never be alone
He is a lover of Allah’s beloved
He is Majnun al Hussain.”
Oct 29, 2014
Oct 29, 2014 at 12:06 PM UTC
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
IN THE MEMORY OF APS ATTACK
MATLOOB BOKHARI
I read with sorrow the pages of history
The stories of atrocities by cruelest men
History is weeping like rain in telling me
It is not new innocent blood, it is very old blood
Yesterday they killed little boys with big arrows
Today they are killing babes with deadly bombs
Eternal is the glory of the memory of Hussain
Deep desires of Yazeed are despaired in darkness
APS= ARMY PUBLIC SCHOOL
Dec 21, 2014
Dec 21, 2014 at 6:54 AM UTC
WINGS OF GOD
MATLOOB BOKHARI
I saw a soaring and dancing bird
Joyfully singing his Maker’s praise
The mid-air flying bird was soaring
With complete faith and pure freedom
I asked: “how do you fly in empty sky?”
The happy flying bird replied in humbleness:
“My wings are in the air, eyes are on ground
Fly close to God ; God will be closer to you!”
Jan 4, 2015
Jan 4, 2015 at 12:06 PM 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 round 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 gust started blowing.
Deep in darkness, I am all-alone, weak, weary and dreary
Night has rolled hours away; moist has dampened my heart.
Come, aye come!!
Come,Aye come!
Barbara Wühr Yes that's the influence - Matloob- "priest of the moon"... Your love poem is in the heart of those who can see and feel...
Oct 19, 2014
Oct 19, 2014 at 4:13 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
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
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.
Moon tries to imitate hr face and
Rose tries to copy her lips in vain!
She is beautiful,she is most beautiful!"
Niamh Dada Land Lovely friend. Many Blessings
Michele Vizzotti-White I totally like the first one, it was vivid and I saw how the rose must have felt, they r both awesome and fanciful, a maiden more fair than the moon wow that is a powerful statement, the 1st one reminds me of a painting the second one a song of love, both lovely though
Demelia Denton Lovely written words Matloob Bokhari
Barbara Shoetaker And is this fair woman still the one who stole you heart?
Semeniuk Carole you know how much I love your poetry . your stories .. the way in which only you can tell it ~~ thank you my long time friend, Matloob Bokhari .. wishing you well .. alwayS !
ina Farnworth What a beautiful verse Matloob, thank you so much for
Connie Hofacker Hemmerich Senter Thank you, for sharing this lovely poem, Matloob.
Oct 19, 2014
Oct 19, 2014 at 10:15 PM UTC
I LOVE YOU, I LOVE YOU ALL
Matloob Bokhari
After crossing a wilderness of ignorance,
I met a pure and an unimaginable beauty.
“Oh lover, where are you going?
Who are you looking for? I am here.”
Said she happily with her lovely smile.
Birds of valley sang a harmonious songs
And the sky was lit by her resplendent face.
Moon and stars joined this festival of love.
Every moment was frozen with her beauty.
I forgot all my learning, lost all my strength.
My pens and books rendered me speechless.
Words unable to capture splendour of scene.
Blessed by love; illumined by beauty, I spoke:
“You are an idol and I am your worshiper,
Ready to leave the earthly life for you.
I live for you, I love you. I love you all!”
Oct 23, 2014
Oct 23, 2014 at 8:56 AM UTC
Michele Vizzotti-White In the radiant darkness of night time,...such a fine opening line....i like the way the poem blooms from natural setting...
A WALK TO REMEMBER
MATLOOB BOKHARI
In the radiant darkness of night time,
A vast silence was reigning over the sky
The silent music of night touched my soul
And blossomed flowers in the soil of my mind
Love of God enveloped my heart; ruled my heart
God Who created beauty and is beauty Himself
I thought about sufferings of prophets of scriptures
I thought about ungrateful children of revolution
I heard angels saying, “Man will shed blood on earth.”
I heard Allah replying , “I know which you know not.”
I thought about desire driven and greedy man
I saw the sinful soul created with deceit with base cronies
I saw Hujr bin Adi shackled with iron; stained with blood
I saw Meesam talking to tree: “You are for me, I am for you”
My murshud said: “ Happiest are people; strongest in faith
They prefer Allah; Allah will prefer them over others
Life is merely story of two days ;one for you , one against you”
NOTE; HUJR BIN ADI AND MEESAM WERE GREAT FREEDOM FIGHTERS WHO WERE HANGED BY AN OMMAYAD RULER
Dec 20, 2014
Dec 20, 2014 at 8:53 AM UTC
IN THE MEMORY OF APS ATTACK
MATLOOB BOKHARI
I read with sorrow the pages of history
The stories of atrocities by cruelest men
History is weeping like rain in telling me
It is not new innocent blood, it is very old blood
Yesterday they killed little boys with big arrows
Today they are killing babes with deadly bombs
Eternal is the glory of the memory of Hussain
Deep desires of Yazeed are despaired in darkness
Dec 21, 2014
Dec 21, 2014 at 4:08 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 lily
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 will pass his life with you!
Few moments in the valley have made a forever memory
Still smell perfume of her beauty when lay awake at night
The baby even to date brightens up my soul with her smiles
Semeniuk Carole Matloob Bokhari . that is a huge compliment coming from such a worldly writer as you my friend .. .. thank you . You've such a gift ; you are talented; and we are blessed to have the privilege of hearing your stories; experiences; dreams; thoughts ~~ indeed we are .. .. happy weekend my friend PEACE
Demelia Denton My goodness Matloob ... so many expressive words you write ... A great mind for words ... very nice
Sandra Delussu something worth to keep in your eyes. thanks Matloob
Rebecca Longan I love this my friend Matloob Bokhari
Christy Noel Feddersen My Grandma Feddersen (God rest her soul) used to call me "Flower". She said I was the first little flower of the Lord. She was wise and filled with Spirit, and taught me many things. I have been thinking a lot about her lately, and this reminded me that she is always with me. Thank you.
Debbie Tripp · Friends with Christy Noel Feddersen
She is always with you Sunshine \
Sand Tucker Lovely write. It carried me back to when my children were actually children. A sweet journey. Thank you.
Karyn Walker I tried to send you what I saw, in your manuscript, dear brother Matloob. From my heart to yours.
Stunning lines.
Oct 24, 2014
Oct 24, 2014 at 11:12 AM UTC
IF I LOVE NOT, I HAVE NOTHING
MATLOOB BOKHARI
If I worship more than arch angel but don’t love
I have nothing
If I give all I have to the poor, but don’t love
I have nothing
If I have faith which moves mountains,but don’t love
I have nothing
If I give gold in alms as big as Ohad but don’t love
I have nothing
If I die moving around the arc of covenant, but don’t love
I have nothing
If I die fighting in the holy war, but don’t love
I have nothing
If I die and buried in the tomb of prophet but don’t love
I have nothing
If I get land larger than Solomon’s Kingdom,but don’t love
I have nothing
If I receive God’s healing power like Christ but don’t love
I have nothing
If I am given un paralleled patience like Ayub but don’t love
I have nothing
If make sacrifice like Ismael and Hussain but don’t love
I have nothing
If I am given the kingdom of the world, but don’t love
I have nothing
No matter what I have done, no matter what will I do
Without wings of love, I cannot soar in the kingdom of God
Natasha Nabokov: reading your poems, I am reminded of Tagore who is my first love
Angela Davis :matloob, your work is so amazing!
Laura Luce del:Hello Matloob Thanks., Its an amazing, understandable & great write. I hope you are blessed throughout the rest of yoir life. Never stop writing! ♡LLM
Vincent Boykin: I admire your courage in writing about Love in a serious relationship with the spiritual. It's shows your heart and that you understand Love. Love is usually just some word in the cosmos. Love bonds everything in good. Love. Super Poem! It's how I took it. It made my day. Thank you.
Demelia Denton: An amazing poem Matloob .... Enchanting ...beautifully worded
Michele Vizzotti-White: I like the fast pace of it, but it still is rich in thought/words
Fay Slimm: Ah - - how true are these words Mat. - love is all we need and nothing more. An inspiring read.
Seyed Mohammad Reza Parhizgar : this is why you are called Matloob, but I have something better than love, and that's God.thanks dear friend I loved your poem.
Sara Fielder: I agree, love should be the motivating factor in everything we think, do, and say. The world would be a better place if we all remembered that.
Stephen Montgomery : My favorite line is: all I can sense the cogs turning in this sincere post which has come to an understanding; Love must be everything because love conflicts with nothing. Hold everything sacred and nothing suffers
Oct 18, 2014
Oct 18, 2014 at 12:16 AM UTC
IN GOD’S NAME, THE COMPASSIONATE
MATLOOB BOKHARI
O Most Gracious and Most Merciful God
Who raised up the heavens without any support.
Who forgave our first parents, Adam and Eve
Who listened cries of Younus from depth of darkness
Who rescued Nuh , and drowned who denied His signs
Who ordered the fire to be cool and be safety for Ibrahim
Who kept Yousuf away from the seduction of Zulaikhah
Who blessed Musa a radiance white hand and a staff
Who made Mary and her son a sign for the worlds
Whose signs are the night and the day ; the sun, the moon
Glory be Thee! O totally forgiving God, I repent to You
Ask forgiveness in the name of Muhammad and his progeny
I am most meek, I am most humble, I am most obedient
O God Who pardons like a mother, I made big mistakes
I am worst sinner, I confess my sins, I ask big forgiveness
I have wounded my soul; I have gone astray, forgive me!
Please forgive me! To err is human, to forgive is Divine
Surely, Your compassion overcomes Your wrath!
Dec 29, 2014
Dec 29, 2014 at 11:01 AM UTC
O MY Baby! LET ME SAY This!
O MY Baby! LET ME SAY This!
Matloob Bokhari
You are a dream in dream, so divine!
You are a recently sprung red rose, so fair!
You are a melody of love, so sweet!
You are a candle of hope, so bright!
You are a pearl of foaming arc, so fantastic!
You are a friend in darkness, so true!
You are peace and happiness, so soothing!
You are deep in my heart, so deep!
You are wine cocktailed with water, so yummy!
You are warm breeze, soft sunshine, so serene!
You are murmuring midnight water voice , so sonorous!
You are dance on streams of sunbeams, so glorious!
You are cold water needed by a desert wanderer , so blessed!
O baby, O my beautiful baby!
O my baby! Let me say this!
Those who know love, they know,
Love is a key to unlock the gate of Eden.
Oct 19, 2014
Oct 19, 2014 at 2:25 PM 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
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
( 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
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