Naveed Khalid Poems

And that crow's quill of a dreaded night,
darkened by earth's infernal grave;
and dried of ink in time's golden hour,
has but one such look from out of sight,
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When day's old journey by the sun,
toil'd by burning stars in the clock,
is set behind the oak trees,
the mind's eye shall move thee more;
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The valentine day has pass'd away,
and I am still thinking of you;
that by night with moon be spent
what all eyes before the sun,
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Each time I bring to thee thy face anew,
And from out of world's chaos of cosmos;
But by the sun arise in early morn,
That not a star is hid by veil of night;
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(On the writings of Mary Shelley & Rosicrucians)

All that is in the world
of love's long diminish'd sense of Being;
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The final doom of poetry
hath come to an end
in today's age;
when all can see
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Wherefore oft thy rhyming feet are decked ashore,
That many moons ago I hath tread without thee;
And not least Sun's eye can e'er underscore
What still lies beneath world's unfolding sea:
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Or how else you dwell in mine eye,
that in season's breathless rhyme
you fill my waking hour;
and what in my verse I can ne'er reveal,
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There stands the cloud of a hundred shadows o'er my head,
That by the nighsky her seraph wings unfold;
And I can ne'er know where gone are the days
Of happy hours, each moment in waste hands of time,
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When that captain sailor, above his head the star,
Moves afoot through titanic visions afar,
Away from all that corrupts the mind;
Not least to fill with high deserts, his last resort,
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