English Shayari

Freeman’s Mill

The old mill long had closed its doors
the rotting wheel would turn no more
no grain to grind, no country stores
where old men sat, told stories, swore…

And rocks that formed the waterfall
became the playground for us all
on summer days, it beckoned, called
beneath the old mill’s rotting walls….

The chill of water, mountain-fed
awakened spirits, long since dead
where millers’ children once were fed
on banks upon which lovers wed.

And yet i hear the echoes still
where laughter of the children filled
those rotting walls upon the hill
‘twas once the home to Freeman’s Mill….

When You fall in Love with someone,
Don’t think just start enjoying it.
Because after some time.
You will not be in position to enjoy anything.

Seasons In The Sun
Winter, Spring, Summer and Fall?.
Surprises and joys?hidden in All?.
A strange warmth, within the winter chills..
Oh, the bewitching pictures?of snow-clad hills !
A burst of colours?as the Spring flowers appear,
Like rainbows on petals…here,there? and everywhere !
Energy and sunshine..?the Summer brings,
A long vacation !.?among other things.!
Autumn arrives..with its quiet charm?
Leaves jump for joy?..and lie arm in arm..
Seasons come..and Seasons leave?.
New visions to see?new dreams to weave !!

it hurts to love someone and not be loved in return, But what is more painful is to never have the courage to let that person know how you feel. Don’t go for looks; they can deceive. Don’t go for wealth; even that fades away. Go for someone who makes you smile because it takes only a smile to make a dark day seem bright. It takes only a minute to get a crush on someone,an hour to like someone, and a day to love someone-but it takes a lifetime to forget someone..

mein nay iss taur se chaha tujhe aksar janaan
jaisay mahtab ko be-ant samander chahay
jaisay sooraj ki kiran seep ke dil mai utray
jaisay khushbu ko hawa, rung se hut ker chahay
jaisay pathhar ke kalaijay se kiran phoot-ti hai
jaisay ghunchay khulay mausam se hina mangtay hein
jaisay khaaboan mai khayaloan ki kamaan toot-ti hai
jaisay barish ki dua aabla-pa mangtay hein
mera har khaab meray such ki gawahi de ga
wus?at-e-deed ne tujh se teri khaahish ki hai
meri sochoan mai kabhi dekh sarapa apna!
mai ne duniya se alag teri parastish ki hai
khaahis-e-deed ka mausam kabhi dhundla jo hua
noach daali hain zamanay ki naqabain mai ne
teri palkoan pay utarti hui subhoan k liye
toar daali hain sitaroan ki tanabain main ne
mai nay chaha keh teray husn ki gulnaar fiza
meri ghazlon ki qataron se mehekti jaey
mai ne chaha keh meray fun ke gulistaan ki bahaar
teri aankhoan ke gulaboan se mehekti jaye
tai to yeh tha keh sajata rahay lafzoan ke kanwal
meray khamosh khayaloan mai takallum tera
raqs kerta rahay, bharta rahay, khushbu ka khumaar
meri khaahish ke jazeeroan mein takallum tera
tu magar ajnabi mahol ki parwardah kiran
meri bujhti hoi ratoan ko sahar ker na saki
teri sansoan mai maseehai to thee laikin tu bhee
chara-e-zakhm-e-gham-e-deeda-e-tarr, ker na saki
tujh ko maloom hi kab hai keh kisi dard ka daagh
aankh se dil mein utar jaey to kya hota hai???
tu keh seemab tabiyat hai tujhe kya maloom
mausam-e-hijr theher jaey to kya hota hai
tu nay uss moar pay tora hai ta?alluq keh jahan
dekh sakta nahin koi bhee palat ker janaan
abb yeh aalam hai keh ankhain jo khulain gee apni
yaad aey ga teri deed ka manzar janaan
mujh se maangay ga teray ehd-e-mohobbat ka hisaab
teray hijraan ka dehekta hua mehshar janaan
yoon meray dil ke barabar tera gham aya hai
jaisay sheeshay ke maqabil koi pathhar janaan!!!
jaisay mahtaab ko be-ant samander chahay
mai ne iss taur se chaha tujhay aksar janaan!!!

This pair of small eyes,
Help in saying big things,
Love not expressed from lips,
Is confessed by a wink.

At any place in the world,
Her eyes keep searching for me,
Sparkle of her eyes is moved to her lips,
After she finds me.

Each feeling of her heart,
Is said by eyes of hers
Whenever I leave her,
Droplets of water stroll down in form of tears.

Can always find,
Unconditional love for me in her eyes,
Confirming the thought to be true,
That the pair never says lies.

I have a feeling,
She has a straight heart to eye connection,
As she expresses everything, by her eyes,
That?s needs to be mentioned.

When I can?t find her eyes around me,
Don?t know what happens to my day,
Smile from my visage,
Remains at bay.

In the night when I lie on a gathered hay,
Under the starry layer of the endless worlds,
I trace your eyes in the maze of stars,
Like a pattern laid out by two beautiful pearls.

This pair of small eyes,
Help in saying big things,
Love not expressed from lips,
Is confessed by a wink.

I saw the sun rise on the mountains high,
Its pale light gleaming in the sky.
Shining peaks with pearl white glow,
And melting of snow with a sigh.

I saw the sun set on the sea shore,
Heard the sea?s various pirates? lore.
Saw the ships sailing by,
With the flag on mast and the captain at door.

I saw various streams gurgling by,
With stones and pebbles as their ally.
Waiting to reach their ultimate goal,
With no fear and ready to die.

I saw the dunes: hot and dry,
Heard the fiery reputation they occupy.
Was out there in the scorching sun,
Running after a mirage with a heart-rending cry.

I saw the meadows on starry night,
Walked under the moon in twilight.
Saw the great bear on the pitch black sky,
Tried to understand the dark when all was quite.

I saw the rain soaking the field,
Black dark clouds forming the guild.
Saw the poor farmer?s smiling face,
In hope of a very good yield.

I saw everything in bloom and in decline,
But I didn?t find the peace divine.
At the very last I came back to my home,
There I found peace and a place that is surely mine.

Goodbye to you, my trusted friend.
We?ve known each other since we?re nine or ten.
Together we climbed hills or trees.
Learned of love and ABC?s,
skinned our hearts and skinned our knees.
Goodbye my friend, it?s hard to die,
when all the birds are singing in the sky,
Now that the spring is in the air.
Pretty girls are everywhere.
When you see them I?ll be there.
We had joy, we had fun, we had seasons in the sun.
But the hills that we climbed
were just seasons out of time.
Goodbye, Papa, please pray for me,
I was the black sheep of the family.
You tried to teach me right from wrong.
Too much wine and too much song,
wonder how I get along.
Goodbye, Papa, it?s hard to die
when all the birds are singing in the sky,
Now that the spring is in the air.
Little children everywhere.
When you see them I?ll be there.
We had joy, we had fun, we had seasons in the sun.
But the wine and the song,
like the seasons, all have gone.
Goodbye, Michelle, my little one.
You gave me love and helped me find the sun.
And every time that I was down
you would always come around
and get my feet back on the ground.
Goodbye, Michelle, it?s hard to die
when all the bird are singing in the sky,
Now that the spring is in the air.
With the flowers ev?rywhere.
I wish that we could both be there.
We had joy, we had fun, we had seasons in the sun.
But the stars we could reach
were just starfishs on the beach

I was moving with a couple of thoughts
Straight to the market with steady trots
Hustle bustle of the market shaked my head
To bring a doll, that she loved the best
Or was it a hat, on which she protest

I was moving with a couple of thoughts
Straight to the market with steady trots
My wife asked for flowers with buds newborn
To look beautiful she wants herself to adorn
Oh ya ! i had to take medicine for my father
He must be waiting for me rather

I was moving and moving in a shimmering night
To fulfil my daughter?s plight
Further was waiting for me a mishap
There was a BLAST when i openend the flap

I was moving and moved so far
My friends and family now looks me in a star
My daughter still waiting holding my pic so tight
Still on the terrace on that freezing night?

Light dancing through the window
wakes me up to another day?

to be passed in full consciousness
of the seconds the minutes the hours?
the day?sublime.

I learn helplessness, I lose productivity,
the consciousness of the ticking clock gulps me.
I forget what is timeless,
what is the color of the day;
the only things I produce
are digestive enzymes and semen.
Even the thoughts have turned into reminiscence.

I welcome the night.
The night that escapes the day
and put me to sleep, not beyond clockwork
as the hourly gongs pierce my skull,
the appreciation of the morning alarm
increases as the night draws close.
But the minutes and the seconds dance
in the production house of my dreams.

I travel in a train
sitting beside my pretty child,
my sweet one, I hold her hand
and come down innumerable steps.

In dreams we hold hands in the crowd.

We dance like fireflies
we dance till the last muscle burn out
and she falls down before me,
I?m still strong and young,
I carry her in my arms
to a place where we can fly.

But I must fly alone.
This poem starts the countdown
from 30, and I?ll be gone
leaving behind the hatred for the day
and submission into the night
my pretty child, my sweet one.
The hourly gongs sometimes startles
me in the morning I?m just awake
shaking dreams from my hair
writing the poem.