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.