Facebook Of Friends Poem by Akhtar Jawad

How inspiring are the friends who can force my heart for a romance!
How inspiring are the friends who can force my fingers for a dance!
How inspiring are the friends who can force my heart for a song!
The weak man is never short of thoughts, his friends are too strong!
Run on the keyboard leaving just the left thumb who is lazy
Nine out of ten fingers pay thanks to my friends and remain crazy.
Gather thoughts and comment, open for you is the book of friendly faces
Not a prophet, no more revelation but friends with heavenly graces!


Distances when increase we are away
But when become infinite it's a Milky Way
I see all eyes staring at a green planet
Forgetting beliefs, colour, nationality and race,
They all have the same lovely resembling face,
Telling the strangers we are from the earth
Our lost home had a lot of worth!
(On a post of Marie Shine)

It's futile to leave foot prints on sand,
a wave will erase how many these may be,
better do it on a fertile hard land,
even if erased, green crops you'll see.
(On a post of Shafique Mir)

If love is a crime I shall pray for time to commit it again and again,
Neither silver nor gold I shall pray to be bold and to kill my refrain
(On a post of Katie Tyrel)

What is love and what is its effect,
looks at the perfect and ignores the defect,
with the both it accepts,
what may be the rest, it rejects.
(On a post of Katie Tyrel)

My beautiful hat enchants my viewers
My viewers are hypnotised by its colours
The smile you see is of my selfless heart
It manages to steal the pleasant odours.
And it knows how to change odours into smiles
And smiles know how to travel thousands of miles!
(On a post of Katie Tyrel)

When clouds titillate the earth
Earth is conscious of its worth
It closes its eyes and stripes
Is it sweat on its forehead that nature wipes?
Who is signalling to skies, flowers?
Strip dance of colours in the showers!
(on a post of Ana Hernanfez)

If you have an aurora in you
reflect it in the moving waters
and see its unending elongation.
Don't waste your beauty and love
in the still waters confined in themselves
beauty and love deserve the propagation.
(on a post of Ana Hernanfez)