Nur'ayn (new reign)
I love to write. I love to say the things I want to say without my mouth open, without my tongue working. I am a poet and story writer. I started writing stories when I was Thirteen and wrote my first poem when I was Nineteen Years Old. I may not write as good as Shakespeare or Wordsworth did but I hope my writings will be widely read and appreciated. I hope to be get better with every poem I ... more »
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Nur'ayn (new reign) Poems
On My Way Home
I was there, trying to find my way home, Through the grasses, thorns and sticky loam That had replaced the narrow footpath, That once led man from this to that.
Without You (is a dream coming true)
Without you is a dream coming true A dream I never had but yet is coming true Should I call it my destiny to be without you? When the only light in my life is the sun that's you.
Angel of... (Haiku)
Fearsome soul sucker Cold but a good messenger Where are his trophies?
Truth that cuts (Haiku)
Nature made me a vehicle without a break, My motion is thus, a mandatory action. Like everything that was created, I cannot stay young, And have no map for my next destination.
My ears are hot from the gush of voices And I wish my soul can be lost for minutes Lost as my eyes would shut their openings And then I'll submit myself to the darkness waiting.
Not just a poet
Alone, at times, I lie back and wonder- How God made me an artist with words on paper The beauty of the load I am born to deliver, Remains a mystery-like a Qur'an to a believer.
Tell me your dreams
Tell me your dreams What your eyes see when they can’t see Tell me your dreams What your soul feels when they can’t feel
Blessed waste (Haiku)
My Soul, My Own
I went in search of a soul To replace a weak one I call my own I went out of my head for the things I said
I write, hoping to make things right, Hoping the words I write will help mend weak hearts, And would render their tongues speechless but not their minds And breathe life into the grave that had been dug in their minds.
Myself Against Me (Haiku)
Clothe me with nothing My spirit will not shield me Can't I fight my will
Seedlings of Sorrow (Haiku)
I can unwind the hands of my clock, But it won't change the morning light to dawn. I wish to meet time so we can talk So I can go back in time to retie the loose knots.
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On My Way Home
I was there, trying to find my way home,
Through the grasses, thorns and sticky loam
That had replaced the narrow footpath,
That once led man from this to that.
I stopped a few number of times,
To fetch my pen and write down a few rhymes
About my fellow men with whom I travelled,
And how the road we took was never levelled.
At times I had to fight one or two giant wolves,
And was good as dead after killing them both.
Then I ran out of water, fuel and even loaves,
And had to beg from the very people I loathe.
The road leading home is like a ...