Naveed Akram Poems
|5602.||Taste Of Food||11/27/2009|
|5603.||“ghosts Are For The Telling”||6/14/2008|
|5605.||For Every Storm||6/29/2008|
Comments about Naveed Akram
For Every Storm
For every storm there is a room
And find the palace now,
From deserts are a tomb and gloom,
Where clothes must just allow.
The clothing kisses us on cheek,
When effort made us worse,
The cloth we wear is rather chic,
And worry is a curse.
The storm shall grow at all the speed
That problems make us mad,
You did not follow, or then bleed
As madness is your dad.
To Learn Bravery
To return to him, you must learn with the seeing,
Pretty pieces of the pathway appear to us when sown.
Cool and stopped, a freedom of the house is propped,
Returning us yet again to oblivion and soul's rest.
Hiding, creating and fulfilling is a fierce wind of might,
Turning the present to the past or the future.
Time is still a system of the painted paint, a pant of sayings,
The rigour of righteous reality, the space of a region.
Towards the cheek is the calling, alien to my neck,