Biography of Ilham Ahmed
Não tenho ambições nem desejos.
ser poeta não é uma ambição minha.
É a minha maneira de estar sózinho.
I have no ambitions and no desires.
To be a poet is not my ambition.
It's just my way of being alone.
Ilham Ahmed Poems
Grief is the thickest soup of taste; Embellishment of that interior,
The spectacle was fleeting, And moments shadowed our narrative,
Things We Left Behind
Time Out Of Time
sometimes The crickets parted in a passing dance sometimes You rearranged darling regrets
Go down Moses Hop and skip sorrow in short veil Kismet is playing the blue note of shame ...just sand but no ocean yet
Ša Nagbu Amaru
How can I explain
Que Le Tout
Before reaching another prime Tragedy uncovered me
United by decay Men without shadows
The scream of faces mouths forth to surrender under the insightful outline
Laced with supernatural The impetus of time was in vogue
The Blue Note
Infinite mothers Walk with elongated love
Hanging from the hillside is a cow soon to be tipped God is watching
I have challenged Satan to a duel Tomorrow, a bout with the ancient morbid, a Tomorrow, isolated from the rest of the future, unlike any other.
Put your face on the face of your dream, and Millions will laugh at you, strikingly.
Put your face on the face of your dream, and
Millions will laugh at you, strikingly.
These are the perpetual foes, creatures of ambition, panting.
Let them gape in craftiness.
Let our darkness prolong and devour the fanfare.