Naveed Akram

Gold Star - 23,484 Points (15 December 1973 / London, England)

Naveed Akram Poems

1441. To Dine 12/22/2009
1442. A Man And A Woman Cry 12/22/2009
1443. June And July 12/22/2009
1444. Good Deeds 12/23/2009
1445. Fearless One 12/24/2009
1446. Pain? 12/24/2009
1447. Heavenly Thoughts 12/24/2009
1448. I Am Working 12/25/2009
1449. A Sign 12/25/2009
1450. A Huge Heaven 12/25/2009
1451. Our House Of Prayer 12/25/2009
1452. The One Who Lasts 12/27/2009
1453. Beautiful Love 12/27/2009
1454. Animal Spirits 12/27/2009
1455. Forming A Sculpture 12/29/2009
1456. Wounds 12/29/2009
1457. I Am Graced 12/29/2009
1458. This Crime 12/30/2009
1459. Grand Importance 12/30/2009
1460. Soul And Disease 12/30/2009
1461. Naturally Climb 1/1/2010
1462. Awestruck 1/1/2010
1463. Health In Danger 1/2/2010
1464. Should We Do? 1/2/2010
1465. Wealth And Food 1/2/2010
1466. Deathliest 1/2/2010
1467. Meditating 1/3/2010
1468. Your Skill 1/4/2010
1469. Actions And Acts 1/15/2010
1470. Kings Of Slavery 1/15/2010
1471. Killing And Leading 1/17/2010
1472. Earth And Rubble 1/17/2010
1473. Forever Feeling 1/18/2010
1474. Loved 1/18/2010
1475. My Country 1/19/2010
1476. My Response To It 1/19/2010
1477. Floating Clouds 1/20/2010
1478. In The Middle Of Crime 1/22/2010
1479. Successful Mind 1/24/2010
1480. My Actions Speak 1/25/2010

Comments about Naveed Akram

  • Kaitlyn McKenna (1/16/2008 7:00:00 PM)

    Naveed is a free human. Free to believe, Free to fight, Free to want, free to need.

    Way to go Naveed!

    4 person liked.
    2 person did not like.
Best Poem of 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.

Read the full of For Every Storm

Computer Mania

Deliberate is the action that I pronounce,
On the minute, of all the hours, that laugh away.
So strong is my business contending the books,
Content in the knowledge of sentinels.

Your living is praising nobody but you,
It is an affair of compartments like rooms and boxes,
I loved all such fair thinking.

[Report Error]