I'm going to write Urdu using English alphabets

[Kitosdad]

Ilyas, that was a great suggestion, and I too found all of the poems very moving, especially " Mother ", so very poignant.

I don't have a favourite poem, but that is one that I will remember for quite a while, and I thank you for it.

Tilts was a post well worth taking to heart also.

I have many favourite songs, but my most favourite singer/ songwrite was Harry Chapin who was unfortunately killed in a car crash many years ago. If I may be permitted to post one of my favourites ,

The story of a life, which matches mine in its entirety.

" The Story of a LIFE." by Harry Chapin. ( RIP. )

I can see myself it's a golden sunrise
Young boy open up your eyes
It's supposed to be your day.
Now off you go horizon bound
And you won't stop until you've found
Your own kind of way.
And the wind will whip your tousled hair,
The sun, the rain, the sweet despair,
Great tales of love and strife.
And somewhere on your path to glory
You will write your story of a life.

And all the towns that you walk through
And all the people that you talk to
Sing you their songs.
And there are times you change your stride,
There are times you can't decide
Still you go on.
And then the young girls dance to their gypsy tunes
And share the secrets of the moon
So soon you find a wife.
And though she sees your dreams go poorly
Still she joins your story of a life.

So you settle down and the children come
And you find a place that you come from.
Your wandering is done.
And all your dreams of open spaces
You find in your children's faces
One by one.
And all the trips you know you missed
And all the lips you never kissed
Cut through you like a knife.
And now you see stretched out before thee
Just another story of a life.

So every chance you take don't mean a thing.
What variations can you bring
To this shopworn melody.
And every year goes by like a tollin' bell.
It's battered merchandise you sell.
Not well, she can see.
And though she's heard it all a thousand times
Couched in your attempted rhymes
She'll march to your drum and fife.
But the question echoes up before me
Where's the magic story of a life?

Now sometimes words can serve me well
Sometimes words can go to hell
For all that they do.
And for every dream that took me high
There's been a dream that's passed me by.
I know it's so true
And I can see it clear out to the end
And I'll whisper to her now and again
Because she shared my life.
For more than all the ghosts of glory
She makes up the story,
She's the only story
Of my life.
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[Ilyas_Kashmiri]

Its a great song and a poetic marvel. A bit long for me to keep up with it, maybe because my dreams are still not in English. I know when I am going to start dreaming with English subtitles I will be knowing the language in max.;) That will be the time when all the chicks who dig english speaking dude's will add me to their list 8).

I am feeling like tossing another poem this poem is written by me. The best part is I wrote it in english.
the name of the poem is "Secret Lover". Lots of guys who are a wuss like me have no courage to go and talk to a woman thinking she is going to get mad or are afraid to be rejected will find them selves in this epic saga.:D

In my dream.....
I see you in a party
being happy, looking pretty.
That black dress you wearing,
making you more appearing.
I see you in the party
and so do others.
I swear upon my love for you!
my heart cant take this any more,
why some other you may adore
feeling that you not beside me
tearing like a knife inside me
shall I tell you that I love you?
or shall I wait? So you
feel my eyes on you.
Gazing your every move
checking out your every groove.
I see at the party
everyone wants to be with you.
I feel, I have no chance with you.
I never will have a dance with you,
or a little romance with you,
Why I only see you, in the party
there are other pretty faces
I can feel their traces.
My heart is pounding outta control
should I stay or silently roll?
before I wake up and be diappointed
let me say something broken hearted
I think of you in my dream
So no one knows if I sob or scream
I guess this will be the secret of my life
Even in my dreams you can't be my wife
I await for your loving attention
wishing if I ever be mention?
I Love you so bad that it hurts
I feel I am not worthy of you
so Ilyas dos'nt flirts.


By three ways we may we may aquaire love first by SEX which is the wildest second by Romance which is the longest and third by waiting & Dreaming to get noticed which is the stupidest. ... Ilyas Kashmiri.

[Kitosdad]

Very nice Illya, with but a few English errors. Maybe one day you will become famed for your poetry, or even better still, find true love, the greatest feeling known to man.
I wish you luck and happiness.
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[Gray]

Though summer yellows everything,
It seeds them with hues.

Colours mingle with each other,
And take away the blues.

Happy Holi (a festival of colours)!
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[Kitosdad]

Please Gray, COLOURS ... we are learning English here, not American English. :) :) :)
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[Gray]

[Ilyas_Kashmiri]

Hey Kito's dad :) Why dont you point out where I made the mistake so I will try not to repeat it? As you know I am a student of this forum and I deserve to be treated like the rest you helping all the time :(

[Milanya]

In my dream.....
I see you at a party
Being happy, looking pretty.
That black dress you are wearing,
is making you more appealing.
I see you at the party
And so do others.
I swear upon my love for you!
My heart can't take this any more,
Why some other you may adore
Are feeling that you are not beside me.
Tearing like a knife inside me.
S hall I tell you that I love you?
Or shall I wait? So you
Feel my eyes on you.
Gazing at your every move
Checking out your every groove.
I see at the party,
Everyone wants to be with you.
I feel, I have no chance with you.
I will never have a dance with you,
Or a little romance with you,
Why do I see only you, at the party?
There are other pretty faces.
I can feel their traces.
My heart is pounding outta control
Should I stay or silently roll?
Before I wake up and be disappointed,
Let me say something broken hearted
I think of you in my dream,
So no one knows if I sob or scream.
I guess this will be the secret of my life
Even in my dreams you can't be my wife
I await for your loving attention
wishing if I ever be mentioned?
I Love you so bad that it hurts
I feel I am not worthy of you
so Ilyas doesn't flirt.
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[Milanya]

One more from me.

Марина Цветаева
* * *
В гибельном фолианте
Нету соблазна для
Женщины. – Ars Amandi
Женщине – вся земля.

Сердце – любовных зелий
Зелье – вернее всех.
Женщина с колыбели
Чей-нибудь смертный грех.

Ах, далеко до неба!
Губы – близки во мгле...
– Бог, не суди! – Ты не был
Женщиной на земле!

by Marina Tsvetaeva

A grimoire that’s enchanting
Brings no temptation forth
For a woman.- Ars Amandi.
All of the Earth is hers.

The heart of all the love philters,
The surest of their kin,
A woman, she from her cradle is
Somebody’s mortal sin.

Ah, so far is Heaven!
Lips in the dark are close…
God, don’t judge! You haven’t
Been a woman on Earth.
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[Ilyas_Kashmiri]

Ok this is my new version of Secret Lover I fixed some areas and of course I thank the pretty Milanva for providing a wheelchair for my lame attempt to write Poetry. But I am not going to stop until I am going to write a master peice. Everyone should write poetry a poet is within us all we just got to poke it untill the poet wakes up and then all the trouble starts. :)

In my dream.....
I see you in a party
being happy, looking pretty.
That black dress you wearing,
making you more appearing.
Why at the party I only see you?
why I can't stand others around you?
I swear upon my love for you!
my heart can't take this anymore,
why someone else you have to adore?
Feeling that you are not beside me
Is tearing like a knife inside me
shall I tell you that I love you,
or shall I wait?
At the right moment I should knock
upon your gate.
Do you ever feel my eyes on you?
Desperation so out of control, I scorn you.
Gazing your every move
Checking out your every groove.
I have to live this moment too
Everyone wants to be with you.
I feel, I have no chance with you.
I never will have a dance with you,
or a little romance with you,
Why at the party I only see you?
There are other pretty faces
I can feel their traces.
My heart is pounding outta control
Oh God! should I stay or silently roll?
before I wake up and be disappointed
let me say something broken hearted
I think of you in my dream
So no one knows if I sob or scream
I guess this will be the secret of my life
Even in my dreams you can't be my wife
I wait for your loving attention
Wishing if I ever be mention?
I Love you so bad that it hurt
I feel I am not worthy of you
so Ilyas dare not to flirt.


By three ways we may we may acquire love first by SEX which is the wildest second by Romance which is the longest and third by waiting & Dreaming to get noticed which is the stupidest. ... Ilyas Kashmiri.

[Kitosdad]

Ilyas that really is a great poem. It truly illustrates the frustration that I am sure many young people feel when love strikes the heart for the first time.

Again, I thank you for both composing and posting it.

Might I make a few suggestions / changes.?
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[Ilyas_Kashmiri]

Hey Kito’s dad by all means after all you are English and who can be a better authority than English itself :) We all are just trying to be like you or to understand you should I say. I have already asked your help for every time I write anything please feel free to correct me or help me enhancing my English experience.

By three ways we may we may acquire love first by SEX which is the wildest. ;) Second by Romance which is the longest and third by waiting & Dreaming to get noticed which is the stupidest. :( ... Ilyas Kashmiri.

[Kitosdad]

making you even more appealing
Why at the party do I see only you.?

Wondering if I am ever mentioned.
I Love you so bad that it hurts.

why someone else you do adore.?

Gazing at your every move

Why at the party do I see only you?

I wouldn't change anything else. I think it is original and super.

I hope one day to be able to say, " Ilyas_Kashmiri, the poet, is a friend of mine. "
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[Ilyas_Kashmiri]

Ever Lasting Nights

The day runs out if it was never there.
Endless night, getting cold in here.
In your love I left everyone, everywhere.
Banished by all I ever knew, I ever care.
Don’t know without you how to live;
For one sight of you, all I’ll give.
Your memories so enchanting;
Revive the entire night alive.
Loneliness whispering
stories of you, like a bee hive.
A caravan of hopes and dreams I walk with.
Someday it will be you, I can talk with.
Madness taking over,
Every street and every corner.
I look through my misery
And I even search you in good time.
I even went exploring history
and found no sign.
Why loving you seems like a crime?
No matter where I turn
Or how much I run
I can’t find you.
I walk alone without a direction.
Am I under arrest by the fragments of my imagination?
Loving you is my plight.
Ilyas misses you every night.

Ok I have done it again and I hope you all will remain kind and patient with me :D If there is any positive feed back or any sugessions please feel free to let me know. I am open for critisizm. 8)
Thanks for taking your time out and reading my poetry. I think everyone should try doing some poetry, it really helps lifting and exhaling stress. :shock:

[Ilyas_Kashmiri]

Anyone want to try writing some poetry? AnyOne??