Am I an Artist?

 It is life, which won’t let you fulfill your dream
You won’t find your ways, how much you scream
Your dreams and wishes will have no end
In a lonely desert without a friend.

But I had to paint all my flowers
Thousands of roses I painted in an hour
I became an artist, a lover to choose
Blessings from heaven with color of rouge.

I loved my work, I loved my creation
I thanked my Lord for giving me passion
I rejoiced so much, no more did I cry
Colorless world (when)I tried to beautify.

Peace in mind with which I was blessed
Made me happy forever and for the rest
My caring thoughts that worked inside
Took me away with a great ride.

Sacrifice I made was so high
Pain neither stopped me nor made me shy
I was courageous, fearless for all
Enfolded my pain with color of my soul.

I am grateful with what life is meant
He all gave all roses to paint
I am chosen to color all of them
May be that’s the reason I have been sent.

31st Jan 2007 

4:00 pm
Montreal

Shayeri

 If you don’t trust me, it will be a mistake
Since the message I will convey for you will be true

If  you even trust me that will also be a mistake
Since the message I will convey for you will be exactly true.

Message: 

In the presence of Malaika
Some body is saying
: instead of falling in love with all these beautiful ladies, I will love thyself.

30th Jan,2007
7:00 pm

Graveyard

Don’t make my graveyard
I don’t want to be buried
I don’t want to be remembered
From my life nothing I took or I carried.

Neither I want to be recognized
Nor even to be remembered by you
I will rest in peace with myself 
With colorless passionate hue.

I won’t try to find myself
I won’t try to think where am I
My passion of search with itself
Revert me when I will die.
 

30th Jan,2007 Montreal

7:00 pm

The lost bird

The bird has lost its way
In a dark blue winter night
It was unknown to thyself
Whether  it was flying right

(When) there occurred a long fly
Flying flying very high 
Lost suddenly with a cry 
Destiny gave a great good bye

Now the bird is abandoned by all
Having no time to have a stroll
Lonely bird searching its way
Its own home that is far away

Home wasn’t found  in such a wide place
Time wasn’t given to take a rest
Getting harder to have a pace 
Lost bird will still make a quest.
 

28th Jan, 2007, Montreal

4.15 am

Edge of a sword

It’s like an edge of a sword 

My love turned as an edge of a sword

It is sharp, it is rough

It is so piercing

You’ll be hurt, thinking was all that flirt

It’s no way reversing.

It will make you so much to bleed 

It will make you so much to cry

My love for you changed my world

Left no vacillation for me to die

I am dauntless, I am unbound

Valiant with my all glory

Glory of thoughts, glory of passion

Took me in a world of wonder and no worry (without worry)

With your love and caressing touch

You appeared as an enlightened soul

Suddenly then you got vanished

Sweeping away my pain as a whole

You showed me a world of kindness

A journey or a long performed drill

I am floating with full of madness

A floating Lily with so much thrill.

19.01.2007

Montreal, 2:45 pm

Lonely summer night

In a cool summer night 

I had a lonely long flight

With a dazzling flash of light

I found you with all my delight

I was stunt, it wasn’t blunt

It was  rough and so rough

Sustained with tough very tough

All my sorrows turned into half

I was all …all alone

I was so much in mourn

Finding me in a thrown

Lonely queen without sworn

I was searching my delight

My pleasure in every lonely night

I found myself with a height

Where pain stops 

          pleasure comes just right

You are my dream, you are my love

You are my peace, angle –like dove

You are my caressing, you are the beauty

You are the right with serene divinity.

15.01.2007

15th Jan, 2007 

Montreal 9:00pm