Charles Aashfahan writes

Oh! Charles

Oh Charles! what pleasure, 
Do you get into loving the one 
Who didn't love you: 
Hope its different, 
All different, far from 
Any imaginable glee.

Oh Charles! the weird mistakes 
You did in the past: 
Forget them, for it will relieve both- 
You as her paramour 
And she, as your lover.

Oh Charles! the river of love
Runs in strange directions. 
One who jumps into it gets drowned, 
And the one who drowns gets across.

Oh Charles! time will heal, 
But it will take some time. 
A day will come, when- 
I shall become you, and you me, 
I shall be the body and you, the soul.

 

 You Are The Ocean And I Am Drowning -- Glennis Siverson

Charles Aashfahan writes

An Adjuration 
 

The flower withers, but the seed remains

The man dies, but his smile remains,

The day passes, but the memory remains,

The author departs, but his word remains

The body perishes, but the soul remains!

A hymn, a prayer, a namaz in Magreb--

Worthless stands if He even exists,

From abbey in east to parish in Zagreb.

The fanatic flames like cancerous cysts,

Let us live and leave these in cobweb.

Be happy and try to be a human first; 

No nation, no cult, no waging wars. 

Let the reason decide: not the outburst! 

History has seen Kings and Czars: 

None remains, but remains the thirst.

So, my friend let me live and you live too! 

None has the elixir: all to depart, 

Some die in early teens, some at ninety-two 

What matters the out-most art? 

A productive thought; hate apart!

--Anna Botkoveli

Charles Aashfahan writes

Ode to Aifos........

Wandering along the chaos of thoughts,
Encountering the harsh reality of bouts;
In bounty bestowed, so sporadically -
Kneeling the soul to accept defeat,
Shivering the mind albeit deceit;
Here he stands, so egoistically -

Debilitating myself with devilish devotion,
Humiliating myself with humorous notion;
Edges of past, so annoying -
Fragmenting the dignity laying infection,
Breaking the glory to correct correction;
Grudges of past, so horrifying -

Making me to lean downhill;
To accept the failure : no uphill.
Dogmas of reminiscences bark louder -
Stringing me with ropes of remorse;
Caging me with cascade of corpse.
Caprice of portent hits harder -

But, all in all, emerging victorious is my goal;
Connecting the dots, awakening the soul:
Priceless yet free, my time has started -
Thrashing the sins, winning the defeat;
Bashing the omens, fighting the deceit:
Single yet strong, my first-step has started -

I won't accept the defeat, nor will I leave my whim;
For, I shall fight till end, or shall I leave my vim?
With all the vigour imbibed once again -
Mustering my muses, changing my chattel;
I shall and will conquer the battle!
For, after the haze torrential is the rain -

My love, my affection, all that is rejected;
No if, no but: the bitter truth is respected.
Divine and erotic: Eternal yet final -
Through Your recollections, I can live till the end;
Emerging victorious, revamping the wind.
I shall and will conquer the battle.