Noorie Ali Poems

When, dumb people scream for HELP
they search for a trumpet to blow
for a listener to hear, and a smile-
to show its teeth.
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I Love my rice, with all sauces, lentils, chicken or plain,
I love to lick my Kulfi, when it drips and i catch -
the falling drops onto my tongue as it melts away
swiftly.
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it rained in heat
as the summer slowly kicked in
skipping each beat as it poured
down beneath
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The kiss is a breath; panting for a touch of air
This kiss is almost a dare
Tempting, desirable sweetened taste
Tongue to tongue twist, saliva embrace.
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Why are we now changing colours?
Why are we now painted in red?

Why are we suddenly turning icy?
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Love-age,
Love is never jus a simple word
It is loved for its love
If there be no love, there would not be this world.
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Ageing like a speedboat…

Age is with us
Age is all
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I am happy when my teeth are showing
I am sad when my tears are flowing, the salty water form my eye is crawling down my right sided cheek.

I am angry when I am red like cherry, I can barely stretch my soft berry lips.
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What is life?

What is life?
What colour is life?
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Thunders will come thunders will go
Bad time will come, and then good times will roll…

Bundles of joy, bundles of coy at first…
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