Biography of Nieninque Nohin
The traveler has to knock
at every alien door
to come to his own,
and he has to wander
through all the outer worlds
to reach the innermost
shrine at the end.
- Rabindranath Tagore
Nieninque Nohin Poems
There's no-one there As I cannot let it so The black gas is contained within My lungs & heartfelt melancholy.
The crescent from Which I hang my Fears shines light Purity white as
The nebulous grey-scaled Curtains are drawn Intricate brushstrokes Tickling the blue
Papyrus on my palms Beside the nile Three giant vessels Paraded.
Counting with the clock Ticking, seconds slipping
The time has come, the walrus said; The time has come, indeed. Of action, change and promises, The planting of new seeds.
The Way Of 2006
I used to write now I just try as i try to find a meaning in all this and try to understand
The eyes of eros glittering Crystalline chemicals calling Into her rhythm, dancing With the faeries, laughing aside
Stood on an electron looking Through telescopes trying to Observe whats out there, That which is already seen
A Watched Kettle
I watched the steam, as it rose. I watched the ice, as it defroze.
Science, can you explain to me, Why the things you say are so. Why the universe does cluster, And why the green things grow.
A night, his heart shining Armour covered the moon Rose one day, across the sun Fell in love with the moon.
A Fear Of Mine
I thought there would be more like us More like you and me I walked for miles to find them but None like could I see
Jouney the deserts, their secrets untold. New 'scapes of your mind, Will mystries unfold.
The crescent from
Which I hang my
Fears shines light
Purity white as
From her virgin lips
Falls on my cheeks