Akhtar Jawad Heart Poems

I like the rotation of its lovely wings
Looks as if three beautiful maids
Opaque costume becoming transparent
Thanks for the naught, you naughty blades!
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Not important sweetheart what your brain concedes,
Important is the truth of your heart it feeds.
Not important sweetheart, how much knowledge you have,
Important is application when you sow its seeds.
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Rains bring many pretty charms for me,
But the charms are there for others too,
A beautiful gift of clouds, I mean you,
Came with the showers with arms for me,
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Why don’t you remember?
Remember again,
Music of September,
I still retain.
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My heart is the best judge he knows me well,
it always caught me by neck
though attractive was the hell.
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Yes, I am a broken heart,
I don't know how I'm still beating!
From you I learned a wonderful art,
you taught me this beautiful cheating!
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Can't you leave me alone in the moonlit night?
My brain, for the whole of month, like a slave,
I moved in your hot and bright sunlight,
Please for a few hours let me live as a knave.
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In a night show of the milky lights, the blue back ground,
Song of the moon, dance of stars, me on the Milky Ways,
Calm and stillness, no noise, no traffic, no pungent fumes,
No suffocation, a man has speaks, machines are silent,
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"From clouds to clouds from showers to showers
From seasons to seasons from flowers to flowers
From gardens to gardens from greenery to greenery
From colors to colors from scenery to scenery
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In the poet's notes,
she writes,
Who are you?
What do you value most?
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Watching an affair of the sun and the clouds
the clouds hiding the sun
and the sun behind the clouds.
Showers being chased by the sun
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I have a house deep inside a forest,
I often fly there for peace and rest,
It is surrounded by tall and dense large trees,
The place is famous for many mysteries,
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While getting out of my heart
To lock its doors you forgot
Shall you come back or you shall not
Sweetheart! Still open is my heart.
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Fell down several times,
but learned at last,
how to fly.
The joy of learning flying
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Ask your heart if it talks to you,
if it would be your Tutal
in place of this Kashmiri girl,
how would have you seen it,
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Peeling away the layers of an onion,
that have been for years a companion,
avoid, in it are the frozen tears!
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You don't have a brain,
when you desired to think of a rose
you used my brain.
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He was deaf and dumb swimming alone,
In the endless ocean unaware of his place,
Unaware of his grace and unaware of his glace,
He was just a brain capable of thinking only,
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They say,
the daughter of the heart of Mary has expired, today.
But I don't say,
as I don't believe.
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