Biography of Naveed Akram
I am called a poet and also a learner of other people's poems. I read extensively, with an enthusiasm for fantasy role-playing, and science-fiction. I write in these genres.
By the way I beckon you to my new published book, 'My Thoughts', a general poetry book that may enlighten you.
Naveed Akram's Works:
Naveed Akram Poems
For Every Storm
For every storm there is a room And find the palace now, From deserts are a tomb and gloom, Where clothes must just allow.
My heart and soul seeks for splendor, The beautiful ones try their poetry and words For riches to come in the Hereafter. I see unity as a bridge, a sign will tell,
“ghosts Are For The Telling”
Ghosts are for the telling, We call them experts and impressive, As more of them appear from the woods.
Taste Of Food
In food is a certain quality of taste, May they abstain and be erased. For food manages my godly life, Just as the fish manage with strife.
To slump and slay shall be the decision, To get the rest needs rest itself, as the basket Is carried by the limped workers. Sleep pokes at you from the higher reaches,
With other people the system collapses, She heard the dialling tone confirming that; One phone demands a tragedy, And the other phone a remedy.
A Big Present
A thick present is like a book, It is opened for the look And wades in for the kill, Plenty of crime is in being ill.
Learn My Farce
You must not learn ugliness, When it peeps, and you peep. The drug for my anatomy is plain, Show this character a disease.
I live among the world’s animals, Unlike them, I stare and gaze at the stars; I love the animals inhabiting this planet Like the stars that shine in the galaxy.
Sonnet Of Happiness
A life with you is like residing in peace, Innards crawl like the windy hills inside of you. Forever, my tranquil quality has mind and chew, A life has happened on sandy shores to release.
A Couple Needs Space
Force the two of them, a couple of travellers, To seek the ends of the universe, In search of treasure that is appealing, The very jewels most sparkling and bright like stars.
A volume speaks of divine actions and rigorous mathematics Of the soul as a light of heaven. A book reads of writing and matter of energy, of work And the studies binding us in flames and ruination, of pleasure.
A Blow Of Cruelty
Many do interest their talents, Whilst some do sacrifice their life. Many do automatically pull the punch, When others just receive the blow.
I am suited to innocence as much as whiteness,
And the dark skies witness behaved-ones.
Looking in my direction the sunly objects fit my eye,
Once ago I say.
Too much is known and forgiven of late,
Late work is made of love fortunately on a saying
That indicated the holiness of mine:
To see God and be a part of it.