Nur'ayn (new reign)
Biography of 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 read, with every poem I write, with every comment I make on other people's work and with every comment I receive about any of my poems. I just want to write, I just want to be read, I just want to be a Poem Hunter.
Nur'ayn (new reign)'s Works:
I currently have no published books but I hope to, soon.
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.
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
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
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.
Sword And Blood (Haiku)
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.
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.
My mind is blocked at the cost of my reasoning
Overflown with thoughts of my world that's spinning
So dark and cold and no one is watching
But the silence I feel is louder than a rock guitarist.