Disharmony drubs, flings days,
Fate sour plays.
Inertia flays.
Haze.
Wafting along; tormenting din.
Cold floats in.
Stricken shrunken.
Sunken.
Garbled, dead end dream.
The demon's beam.
Howl, scream.
Teem.
Unremitting storm's cruel cantata.
Withered eyes' regatta.
persona non-grata's,
sonata.
Yearning dashes, yonder shores.
Hewed I implore.
Heart immured.
Unsure.
Smitten, swiped, wrecked, pledges.
Memory rakes, dredges.
Shies, hedges.
Sedges.
Desire defeated, dead, drowns.
Humbled, toppled crowns.
Ragged gowns.
Frowns.
Drooping, floored, lifeless heap.
Hopes never sleep.
Silently weep.
Creep!
(Islamabad)
(Oct 10,2009)
**…Sonata-A musical composition of 3 or 4 movements of contrasting forms.
First the style of the poem is catchy...the theme is great and touching...when that lifeless heap is drubbing in the inner mind persistently, how can hope sleep...excellent write....thank you....thanks for your comment on my poem too
'Hopes never sleep. Silently weep'.... what a dreadful night it could be! ...lines sonata read good...thanks...10
smitten by the sonata of disharmony! dear saadat, anice new style....enjoyed this one.whatscoming up next.best wishes. ritty
Trying to take the essense... ohhhh When the day’s play flays Miasma forms, no one can stop. Cold floats, sure to lead one to depression Reaching to dreams dead end, is demon’s den Sound of cruelty brings unwelcome persona’s song Lost hopes entombed in a wall Fanatical vow turns into the strong stem Torn apart, knit your brow Forever... Hope is a hope It has no rescue... keeps moving. This is the perfect description of Sound of disharmony Brought behind shade of musical instrument Wow... One can write like this too....! ! ! ! Just Great.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Saadat, the Sonata of disharmony is very different in style and presentation. sad, painful yet hopeful wonderful line hopes never sleep at times that's all we have but what strikes me most is that despite harmony you are inspired to write and explore your creativity which itself is a state of higher consciousness and an act of meditation.. so all is not lost, in fact i see light at the end of the tunnel. amazing composition, shall read it again, or better add it my fav thanks Mamta