Naveed Akram

Gold Star - 20,322 Points (15 December 1973 / London, England)

Naveed Akram Poems

3441. Bored And Absent 6/12/2013
3442. Temper Of The Night 6/13/2013
3443. Farewell To It 6/13/2013
3444. Dark Grounds 6/14/2013
3445. I See Stars 6/14/2013
3446. See With The Eyes 7/20/2013
3447. The Cerulean Sea 7/21/2013
3448. Heart Wonders 7/21/2013
3449. Temporal Universe 7/21/2013
3450. Neatly Dressed Droids 7/24/2013
3451. Also Cold 7/24/2013
3452. Still The Pens Wrote 7/25/2013
3453. Exalted 7/26/2013
3454. Spine 7/26/2013
3455. Grass Between My Toes 7/28/2013
3456. Long Evenings 7/29/2013
3457. Avenue Of Love 7/29/2013
3458. The Funambulist 7/29/2013
3459. Philosophical People 7/29/2013
3460. From Such A Kite 7/30/2013
3461. The Ultimate 8/2/2013
3462. Inside Bliss 8/5/2013
3463. Painful Danger 8/5/2013
3464. The Baking Street 8/6/2013
3465. Raid And Be 8/7/2013
3466. He Was Moody 8/9/2013
3467. Accept Nothingness 8/9/2013
3468. Acquisition 8/10/2013
3469. People Are Boring 8/13/2013
3470. Philosophical Life 8/13/2013
3471. I Discovered 8/14/2013
3472. I Must Be Tamed 8/18/2013
3473. In A Dark Underworld 8/19/2013
3474. The Duck 8/21/2013
3475. Slamming The Feet 8/21/2013
3476. Crisis In Your Life 7/10/2013
3477. My Eye 7/11/2013
3478. Splendid Sailor 7/11/2013
3479. Energies 7/12/2013
3480. With Sleepless Eyes 7/12/2013
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.

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Sand In The Air

The sand in the air whirls and swirls in ever drums,
No one sports the men who lie dumb on the pavement,
Living is a livid one affair, calling the death of the secret,
A man is called deceased when he nears the pairs of youth.

The sand has commanded me to think about the desert,
My coach is ready for me, a passenger sits in it with me,
We arrive at the shop in the desert of the wonderful sun,
One blesses the stages of the one who sows tragedy.

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