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Naeem, 2 października 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, 12 kwietnia 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, 13 stycznia 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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Naeem, 10 kwietnia 2013

Dent

A drop from the sky
fell upon my face-
I was still, it passes by.

Soaked the maze-
above turned grey,
loosens the lace.

A Sudden stop to all
and came the light,-
as darkness crawled.

Thus blue it lent,
I took off my foot
dry were the dents.

-Nr.

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Naeem, 21 stycznia 2012

You And I

Behold to that you have done it wrong -
your thoughts are no more than fiction.

You are too fragile yet not strong
your life is a fail, to that no contradictions.

The small world of yours shall soon fall.
-May perhaps, no longer last anymore!

Like the days bring blindness to the Owl,
-the same shall occur it had once before.

Ask “Is failing a necessity for a successor?
Are not the answers possessed by reflections?”

Surely, I point my finger at ‘you’ on the water.
Not you but I seek answers for those questions.

Or is it I who shall wait, exploiting, forever
-and to come for this life’s anhaliation?

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Naeem, 9 września 2012

Zeal

With the divine love of God
I embark on a voyage of doubt.

You might,

Raise Mountains of iron
And I shall smash through.

Throw pile of stones upon me,
and I shall not shatter.

Dig an ocean before me,
And I shall not cease.

Reveal a war opposing me,
and I shall not fall.

For my will to live and
the adore I Harbor, alone,

stronger than universe as lone.

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Naeem, 1 lipca 2012

A Hope For Tomorrow

Fall, as I begin to pray
It was hard until yesterday,

I feared what tomorrow,
might perhaps be.

Could be full of regrets,
or joyful as I see.

As I set for the great lark,
away I march from the dark.

Everything soon despairs
separates within layers.

Resting on the mud, I lay
it changes the whole, but today…

-Nr.

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Naeem, 26 czerwca 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, 28 lutego 2012

Seekers

To whom thou may hopeto speak
and let them hear, those thou seek.

Your imprints may layon broken glasses
but not words that diminish always.

Your immortal souldiscerns all before
the melody of violins was thru to pure.

With hands thou beholdvanes of agony,
suffice all the desires, it shall be so dreary.

In the imminent wheregray mists lay
the voices thou perceive and wings away-

_are nothing but yourown shaped delusions!
Yet, ye all felt a scar within a drip of passions.

Ye all shalt be atthrones with aged flame
burning the vision ye grasp and name.

-Nr.

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Naeem, 22 lipca 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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