poems

Something Strange

 

What is there in my heart

I don't know

Something teasing

As a child of six months

Whom you cannot scold

He wants something

And you don't know

You listen to his weeping

Whether you like it or not

You try to comfort him

But it is unfruitful

There is uneasiness around me

Or may be it is within myself

Something chilly something icy

How can I express it

How can I name it

It is riddle unsolved

Something strange

Something teasing

 

Jawad Iqbal Jawad

 

 

Where Are Tears

 

Thousands of them

Gazing the starry sky

The eyes are full of horror

Hearts are teaming with sorrow

They are silent

Not weeping or mourning

On the deaths of their loved ones

They are silent

Hungry , wounded

Under the cold black roof

Stars are shining

But the light is not enough

To brighten the Hope

They are silent

Not crying , not weeping

Where are tears

That lighten the heart

That lessen the sorrow

The stony eyes

Without tears

Two Stanzas

 

Jawad Iqbal Jawad

 

Beauty Lives Here

 

Hills, Valleys,  Brooks , Meadows

Where nature springs beauty

Where pines sing murmuring songs

The birds keep abreast the duty

The sky adores the snowy Mountains

The moon comes to kiss the   lakes

The songs, the colors ,, the blooms , the fumes

The land Flora her dwelling makes

 

Jawad Iqbal Jawad

 

Something Within

 

Difficult to define

But easy to refine

The passion of heart

The reflection of thought

The words to express

The words o confess

But frozen like snow

How I melt them

Make tem a river

What though tears

Wet my nights

Like dew drops do

A flow of from heart

A flow of thought

 

One being loved loves

One being hated hates

Bowl of honey gives you honey

A thorny glade spoils silky clocks

 

Jawad Iqbal Jawad

 

Melted Heart

 

To swallow the melted heart

What you say?

Possible!

So difficult and so torturing

Blood sweet for me?

No I am a human made of flesh and blood

How can I do it

I am not to drink

My own Heart Melted

With sorrow and melancholy

It flows from eyes

And stirs my poor Soul

Perhaps purifying it

But I am not

To be desperate

I own His fellowship

Immortal and everlasting

 

Jawad Iqbal Jawad

 

What We Have

Beyond the world of Words

Like the Chirping Birds

Making the music o reality

Ambition filled with sanity

Energy for Arch action

To satisfy the Ambition

Love for making  the tremendous

Forming the worth peerless

Here's devotion with its essence

That lights up the lamp of excellence

What we think is miraculous

 

Jawad Iqbal Jawad