More of the same as the other day

Yeh bhiga mausam, yeh sooni raatein....just waxing poetic, friends.
Reminds of some verses heard on the radio, my mom humming in the kitchen, poetry memorised desperately in schools (to the point they were almost nightmares for me), in junior high, where these verses were an escape from the math and science routine, and now when I read them sometimes even at bedtimes. In fact, some of the best gifts Sanju's ever given me is a poetry book, some of the finest poets. Longfellow, Wordsworth, Byron, Keats, Dickinson, Maya Angelou, etc. Yes, I am a closet romantic. I am even learning to pen sonnets. Have just penned one coupla months ago. Dedicated to my husband, coz he allowed me some laze time when I wanted to do it. He's sweet to me, he is even though he doesnt care much for them.

My First Sonnet for Sanju

Trying to write a sonnet for you love
The five step thing not easy for me to get
But try I will tonight for you all above
Just got started, can’t give up yet.
You snore away loud poor tired soul
When midnight comes by, hard to keep awake
My gift of fourteen lines hardly a goal
A very pathetic and sad sonnet make
But since I never rhymed for you dear
Feel bad that never even wrote a line
You suspect my love is what I do fear
Pray tell me this effort for you is fine
Then maybe I can write some better ones
You have my love eternal, hon. in tons.

Not a literary gem at any rate but it still is pretty ok for a first effort. After I finish defending, I am gonna take some time off and get it right. And now for some of my all-time favorites:

"She walks in beauty, like the night"

SHE walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies,
And all that's best of dark and bright
Meets in her aspect and her eyes;
Thus mellow'd to that tender light 5
Which Heaven to gaudy day denies.

One shade the more, one ray the less,
Had half impair'd the nameless grace
Which waves in every raven tress
Or softly lightens o'er her face, 10
Where thoughts serenely sweet express
How pure, how dear their dwelling-place.

And on that cheek and o'er that brow
So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,
The smiles that win, the tints that glow, 15
But tell of days in goodness spent,—
A mind at peace with all below,
A heart whose love is innocent.


Wordsworth:"She was a Phantom of delight"

SHE was a Phantom of delight
When first she gleam'd upon my sight;
A lovely Apparition, sent
To be a moment's ornament:
Her eyes as stars of twilight fair;
Like twilight's, too, her dusky hair;
But all things else about her drawn
From May-time and the cheerful dawn;
A dancing shape, an image gay,
To haunt, to startle, and waylay.

I saw her upon nearer view,
A Spirit, yet a Woman too!
Her household motions light and free,
And steps of virgin liberty;
A countenance in which did meet
Sweet records, promises as sweet;
A creature not too bright or good
For human nature's daily food,
For transient sorrows, simple wiles,
Praise, blame, love, kisses, tears, and smiles.

And now I see with eye serene
The very pulse of the machine;
A being breathing thoughtful breath,
A traveller between life and death:
The reason firm, the temperate will,
Endurance, foresight, strength, and skill;
A perfect Woman, nobly plann'd
To warn, to comfort, and command;
And yet a Spirit still, and bright
With something of an angel light.

I like some of the poet Gulzar and JAved Akhtar too and not the commercial stuff. Tarkash was ok; but pretty easy to understand. Pukhraj is difficult, but I try and what I understand or understood so far, was beautiful. I wish I could ask somebody what some of those words mean. Maybe I should get a Urdu English Dictionary.Lemme see.