Naeem, 21 january 2012
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?
Naeem, 28 february 2012
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.
Naeem, 5 march 2013
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.
Naeem, 27 june 2012
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.
Naeem, 1 july 2012
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.
Naeem, 9 september 2012
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.
Naeem, 21 february 2013
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.
Naeem, 25 march 2013
I have observed you struggle to fly.
Have you yet witnessed yourself succeed,
or living with regret is all you have to try?
Have the burning desires already faded
_which bring you down, beneath, to crawl
with an undying hope that shall never fall?
-Nr.
Naeem, 24 march 2013
Oh, Forgive me, I bow
blame me not now;
-come and become closer
my friend;
-my brother!
Who are you?
Wish I knew…
Those eyes given to me
went dry long ago;
-I cry over none
no more.
Colors shower upon me
like gloom and grey;
-I lost the power of sight
forgot what is light.
The mirrors around me
reflects every anguish;
-every sorrow of life.
Will they ever perish?
The Mask on my hands
to me from you
I fear, I cannot wear it
because truth remains true.
So, tell me what is left to fear
when agony is all I see and hear.
Can you define me the face of joy
then I shall again show you my tear?
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