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Road to the Yellow Woods
The bloomin' breeze just before the sun rose
The worn out hair-pinned road we chose
Two comrades awaitin' us in the woods
We stepped in along with our goods

The junk foods burst out, a drink with each
The lone solitary boy awaitin' sunsets reach
The cold blooded trees welcomed The Ghats
The gorgeous beauty and fruit-gem tarts

The coffee beans so fresh and green
Just another sight for bright-futured teen
On the way back home, was a bit gay
May-be to break with a hope of ray

The joy on the way back home
was no less than a heavenly dome
The hair-pinned roads diverged in a wood
where me the solitary all alone stood


Not Hostile, Nor the Lovers (SONNET-2)

Not hostile, nor the lovers
The comrades arising of blooming flowers
Singing the psalm of lovers camp
They enlight their way with slushy lamp

They flicker in the path of divine light
No enmity shall master this puissant rhyme
They flush in blue like a gilded kite
No kings shall glorify the bold chime

Favour me, O' lord of heavens
Be it just friendship, with pleasure immense
Engross this tale, in the books of history 
Like a riddle, as hard to tackle the mystery

Conceit it just friendship, as quoth before
That dwell in lovers eyes and nothing much more ....


-safwan sadiq