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Naeem
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Naeem

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, 5 march 2013

Hunger

To endless I stare
absolute obscure I see;
-behind becomes grayer
as you step upon me.



I cannot endure you
to touch the sky overhead;
-entirety is absent not few;
-the space is much to be fed.



Your finger pointed up there
and my eyes on earth now;
-those smell of dusts here
made me pondered somehow;



-of what I have made within
a hunger and terror of loss
beneath lays everything                     
and yet the coins I toss.


-Nr.


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Naeem, 21 february 2013

Perished

Instincts no longer control me,
fright can no longer be caressed.
 
Drink the water I deserve,
desert this garden of mine.
 
Turn my nocturnal into diurnal
and blind me with your belief,
 
-that one time entirety will vary
and I will be who I was fated to be.
 
From this immorality, isolate I
for my powers have perished by. 
 
-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, 9 september 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 july 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, 27 june 2012

Arms Of HE

Into the arms of The Failure I fall, -
greeting me with a pleasant smile
He asked, “You know why you are here?”
I responded; “I’d pursue alike answer.”
 
 
As He released me, descending_
down, certainly, I saw His face.
I recalled what I have seen,
-reflecting, me, the past in paces.
 
 
Great upstairs is the path, situated.
And from present backward I confronted
Waving me goodbye with a hope
He, standing, beneath the shower of manhood.
 
 
Fades, He, as I evolve toward my goal_
forward I witnessed an aware appearance.
Breezes, surrounding me, grew so cold
bringing me a well-known fragrance.
 
 
Oh, I realize them, those arms of He
prepared to embrace the entire me.
So, I questioned; “Why’d we meet, again?”
thus He answered, “It is on earth, falls the rain.”
 
-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, 28 february 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, 21 january 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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