Polar Detective — Prologue

When a famous busi­ness tycoon Rudolf Rednose orders a vast­ly expen­sive and rare plate of Sushi, he prob­a­bly nev­er thought he’d be a tar­get of a sin­is­ter crime. But why bur­gle the lit­tle place of Wallace Walrus to begin with?

Perhaps the mys­tery goes deep­er, and may cross roads with a noto­ri­ous crim­i­nal want­ed for food thefts.

A grand game is afoot. Stay tuned!

Doleful Spring (Part 1 translation of Jashn-E-Bahaara)

A prac­tice trans­la­tion of the song Jashn-E-Bahaara (and I may have changed plen­ty of things due to styl­is­tic exper­i­ments). This part con­sists only of the first cho­rus­es.

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They talk that spring’s cel­e­bra­tion comes;
But love bewil­dered, pon­der­ing hums
Why sullen scents flee from ros­es frail.
Some grief lies unseen in verdure’s veil…

When every sight blurs in fear­ful weep,
Where time itself has fall­en asleep,
There you’ll find mem­o­ries lost
In heart’s own cav­erns deep.

They talk that spring’s cel­e­bra­tion comes;
But love bewil­dered, pon­der­ing hums
Why sullen scents flee from ros­es frail.
Some grief lies unseen in verdure’s veil…

When you’re not there…

My love brings grief, for you’re not there…
My soul caves emp­ty, dark­ness drawn…
I stum­ble, reach­ing void’s own snare.
I see, and blink; you’re there! Now gone…

(Cinquain) Power of Art

A dou­ble American Cinquain this time. 

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I stand

Still brave and strong

To face my fate, in hope

My pen cre­ates a world where you

Can rise.

 

With art,

Skywards dream­ing,

We grow new wings and fly.

Ourselves we’ll find,  in hearts and mind,

Reborn!

 

(Cinquain) Caged Sparrow

This lit­tle Didactic Cinquain is ded­i­cat­ed to those unfor­tu­nate chil­dren (and grown indi­vid­u­als) whose cre­ative fac­ul­ty and per­son­al free­dom are hin­dered or crushed by the soci­ety. 

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Sparrow,

Sweet, melod­ic,

Fragile wings dream­ing,

Caged, chirp­ing her doom.

Broken.

(Cinquain) Love

Love

Faithful, brave,

Yearning heav­en­ly embrace,

Her smile flam­ing grace –

Bewitched.

Chasing Stolen Passions

A Quatrains chain in Iambic Tetrameter, for my love Jannie. A spe­cial Valentine’s poet­ry.

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When silence fell, and hope was lost,
I heard a voice of sweet­est bliss,
That took me by a moment’s cost;
Then pas­sion bloomed with a stolen kiss.

My frozen soul was sel­dom frail,
Yet fer­vent lips sets hearts ablaze;
I’m set adrift in longing’s gale,
I kin­dle uncer­tain, wist­ful rays.

Seeking, chas­ing, thirst­ing ashore
In ecsta­sy, two birds still dream
To quench this lust, ful­fil this lore;
Those moments lost… Let love redeem.

Let go no more, we’ve much to gain,
Let go no more of this ardent leap.
You are the lie that soothes my pain,
You are the truth that makes me weep.