M. Asim Nehal
Biography of M. Asim Nehal
Poetry writing is my passion. I write poems to express my true feeling toward the things which I see in this world.
I have not learned writing poetry and neither professionally trained yet my passion drives me to write what I feel about.
M. Asim Nehal's Works:
Student Editor of College magazine.
Contributed many article, poems and views & Reviews.
M. Asim Nehal Poems
For My Sister - With Love
When I asked sea about the Pearls, It laughed and said that is one of my lovely jewels. When I asked about light to the sun!
On Cross Roads
My mind says - Leave it and proceed! My heart says - Stay and believe, Is it a tug of war between mind and heart?
Senryu ~ 29 (With Love)
Haiku - 8 Cosmic Union
Test Of Love
Thorn piercing blood from stem to make rose ever red blossoms it to attract every eye and win all heart in process
Colours Of Love......................
Sometimes I wonder What should be the colour of love? Colours like red, blue, green all occupied Yellow, brown and pink all well defined
An Account Of 2016
It seemed as if it was yesterday When we opened the windows To welcome the New Year 2016 Now when we look back and see
Sound Of Love ♥♥
Shall I compare your voice with sweet notes of cuckoo? Or with the voice of nightingale Or whistle of a parrot Or drops of water on tin roof
O' Moon Tell Me....
O' Full moon tell me The secret of your growing and shortening And appearing at night time?
Senryu - 42 (Bridge)
Rubaiyat - Permanent Place
Death Of A Moon - Part 1
Night planned a vicious game To trap and kill the moon Stars joined the plan Thinking they can reflect
To Live Life Fully
Dew nuzzles on the petal of a delicate flower like my dreams hanging on glistening new hopes. Giving birth to umpteen imaginations, like soft green moss on the white smooth pebbles.
The Pious Guide ♥
Time stood still as we talked along the trodden path,
The fringes of the day lingered on clock’s pendulum
which stood like bamboo trees tall and thick.
Stones are eager to talk but their mute language
is far from my understanding
I am naive trying to understand what they felt,
Patches of light is playing hide and seek on the building facades
as the sun crosses mysteriously sought its path