MY FIRST LOVE:- THEY CALL IT THE
"MOON"

My first love,that ought to be special,

a fairy cindrella, with her heart so crucial.

from the epoque i was born to the instance i vanish;

she had me mesmerised and would keep my soul perish.

stranger she was but a beloved she is soon;

they call it the moon, i call it my Junoon.

Her light spellbounds me ever & ever;

miles away yet so near and near.

with a vision elite, paraphernalia so bright;

a land i conquered, chivalrous like a knight.

hours fly,flowers die,new days new ways pass by,

i gape the moon & the eternal light;

augmenting beats with blue eyes makes my sight.

They call them craters which spoil thy realms;

for me aint a blemish but the beauty qualms.

eclipses the earth,my love darkens;

nothing to fear,my heart thrumbles.

then i murmur softly & in minutes it clears.

They call me crazy,my mind gonna be soon;

you call it the moon,i call it my Junoon.

Oh my lord!what a charm you create;

cosmic beauty i kiss thy mate.

thy moon is mine,thou the light;

i'l marry on it,thee shelter delight.

thou my strength,hath weakness it is;

Talha pray thou lord!want his grave embedded on it.

Peace i lay,solace i pay,soul in peace rest in Boon;

hey!you call it the moon,i call it my Junoon....

THIS IS A POEM IM WRITING IN FRENCH AND WOULD GIVE THE TRANSLATION IN ENGLISH....

"voilà!!!!oh ma dieu aidez moi,

il me dit,bonjour bonjour comment ca va?

je lui dit,monsieur monsieur je suis morte!

pourquoi pourquoi qu'est ce qu'est passe??

travail travail,d'eau d'eau partout le ville;

decu,morte,tous me parlent de creé.

courir,mourir,pas de temps,

personne réposent contraire de vent;

vite vite,couris le vie;

lent lent je fais le bruie.....

this is a poem i wrote as a dialogue between 2 personnes.one is posing questions being a gentleman,while other is very much dissapointed by the work load and rains everywhere,,,

"here it comes!!oh my lord,,help me plz;

he asks me,,,how are you,

i tell him,mr mr i am dead;

why why what happened??

work work,water water everywhere

sad,dead,i am as everyone speaks of himselves to me;

run,dead,dont hv the time;

no one relax against this wind.

fast fast runs this life;

slow slow i make this noice!!!!

this ws the translation,,,i had wriiten the poem in french and then translated to english,,not the vice versa,,,thank you..

MY EXILE:THE ALTER EGO...

THE OTHER I,thats what they call it....

Tip Tip Tip,sounds something wet,
mix with them are my tears and the blood,
pains and sorrows,they come and go;
but i know to how,not to bow.

Thann Thann Thann, sounds like the chains;
i am doomed to wander,errand in vains.
where shall i go,running from my soul?
my past and present,chasing the future;
oh my lord,never led them nurture.
chains are heavy,my hearts beating;
with weeping soul,my hearts bleeding.

Knock Knock Knock,someone's at the door,
is it the death i mourn,or success i adore.
the former if it comes,i lie in peace;
for others appearence,my body's at ease.
but i know ,my sin's chasing eternity;
tossed and turned,i am doomed in vanity.

Tik Tik Tik,sounds like the clock;
my heart once thrumbles,hard as a rock.
time's running out,death standing at door;
loads intended to do,before wading the shore.

Wake Wake Wake,it's the time i detest;
alarm clock ringing,at the ear's behest.
the birds are chirping,light so dappled;
it was then i realised,it was a dream battled!!!!!