It is joy that I seek, it is my heart that speaks . . . .

this poem is the outcome of continuous lectures and long college timing; forced my mind to seek solace in this comforting world of poetry

It is joy that I seek
When I play with raining drops
When I stand in swaying grass
When my eyes behold the setting sun
It is not wealth but joy that I seek;

The world is nothing but illusion and dream
Mansions and coins, soon shall they slip
Those whom you love shall seldom weep
While beneath dust for eternity you sleep;

While men wander in endless greed
Placing their hopes in fleeting things
Happy is soul which has simple needs
Material heart surely bleeds;

For pure intention of blissful end
For freedom of heart and truthful friend
I have left this world, before my heart is tired of beats
It is joy that I seek!!

Abrar Ahmed
Sir Padampat Singhania University, Udaipur
abrarasrar12@gmail.com
https://www.facebook.com/abrar.ahmed.756

How You Be So?

For her,  whom I could never tell . . . . . . . . 

The bliss of my searching soul
You hope of eyes
The bliss of my searching soul
  O, you sweetness
How you be so?

Like pearls hidden
And white soft snow
The silence of one beautiful soul

When wounds were full
And heads hung low
Darkness rendered when an overwhelming blow
Yours is a solace lasting my love

You hope of eyes
The bliss of my searching soul
  O, you sweetness
How you be so?

Abrar Ahmed
Sir Padampat Singhania University, Udaipur
abrarasrar12@gmail.com
https://www.facebook.com/abrar.ahmed.756