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Naeem, 8 march 2013

That Stream

And I was created weak,
   such that none shall seek.

   My weaknesses are so mine;
   -a furious wrath as old as time.

   You are there by stream blue
   where words in mind come true.

   Come, see the endless below
    learn, understand and know.

      Sense this belief as it flies
    and tell me what else lies.


Touch me as I agonize;
   -that fire shall never suffice.

I am lost for essence’s echoes;
-show me that stream not shadows.

-Nr.

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Naeem, 26 june 2012

The "I"

I,
the creator of my own heaven and hell
possess the knowledge decent and evil,

Creator of the harmony and destruction
of myself to distinguish the existence of passion,-

_to sense the everlasting greed of pleasure
and to apprehend the thought of devour.

I,
the destroyer of my own deceptions
to breed novel bridges to endless inceptions-

_to travel the disgusted burnings of hell in me
I reconstruct of which I perished so many-

I,
the prospector, in heaven, of my own grave,
infect, I, with an unbreakable will to be not a slave.

-Nr.

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Naeem, 24 july 2013

To Hope

Wait not for my return,
soon, as time fades, I will be forgotten.

Let go of this hand, dearest of all,
it is not you but I, who cannot see me crawl.

Let me fly into the fogs where great waves may lay,
worry not, dearest! Surely I have foreseen this day.

-Nr.

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Naeem, 19 february 2013

The Stone

I heard them,
   heard them all,
I have seen them,
seen them all.

    So cold,
they were so cold!

The rose beneath I,
decayed as I tried,
tried to lift it for light.

   It was too late.

            Oh Fate!
You are No more to blame!
It was me and my name.

       Dry it became
         in this very
         vast frame.

The color faded away
as night turned darker,
      but never day.

      The birds cried
over the rose, silently
    yet they echoed-
echoed to me endlessly.

Those hums, those voices
   were slaughterers,
   I lost what I had and
       there was blood.

Blood on my hands!
I seized that away,
     that sorrow,
         that grief.

      Forgive me not for
I have no mercy but anguish,
     it has embraced me.

         I cannot shed
      that tear anymore
    for this heart of mine
     has turned to stone.

-Nr.

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Naeem, 12 april 2013

The Painter

Do you recognize the face in the painting
the structure, colors in an enclosed frame?

Is it me you have been seeing
or someone else with or without a name?

You, don’t get lost in the melody of time;
-for I am, still, here yet you are not mine.

And yes, I have pleaded to God so much
but I am not plenty to deserve you or touch.

-Nr.

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Naeem, 9 june 2013

A Will To Know

I pondered miles of mountains and hills,
swum the oceans till I touch their ends.

I put my hand on flames till it turns to ash,
stared at the sun till my eyes turn blind

I scratched the skins deep till they bled.
Yes; I have done till I know what lies ahead;

-till I smell the fragrance of the pure dusk;
-till the graces show truth behind this mask.

And I let breezes drift through my soul and mind,
so may my God let me know what I left behind.

-Nr.

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Naeem, 9 march 2013

Indistinct

Watery became the eyes,

-blurrier grew the sphere.
Sparkles turning dimmer,
-nearby me grows colder.

Wept the tear I shed
_beheld back to the void.

Dripped it on the ground

-and frozen it became.
Hunted the one to blame
pointed finger had no name.

Destined, you were before,
but I am to you no more.

-Nr.

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Naeem, 22 july 2014

Man under the Tree

Oh, brother of mine, I have seen you under the tree;
-you have tried so fine to become what could not be.

You have thrived away from the shadows so supreme;
-you had that you lay and come to what you may have seen.

You let others fly beneath the waves of your dreams;
-but you may forget what may lie and you have foreseen.

Pity me not regretful brother of mine under the tree;
-you have never tried harder for what you could have been.

-Nr.

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Naeem, 2 october 2013

Some Words Forever Remain

Some words were in my mouth
but they were never spoken.

They flew along the lines of clouds
as they dissolved and remained broken.

And when they laid me below ground,
a place so dark deep down.

Would you then even cared to smile
to what my voice always had to say

Ah, how I pleaded for some more time,
but you weren't there that day.

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Naeem, 13 january 2014

The Beauty In The Essence Of Wrath

The beauty in the essence of wrath
that rises from the deepest core;
engulfs the blackest of all paths;
tears through fear and fills with lore.

Then, mind is set to be lost in freedom.
Forever it seems for there exist no doom;
a place where light expresses no verse.
A gift we grasp yet no more than a curse!

-Nr.

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