Nur'ayn (new reign)

Nur'ayn (new reign) Poems

I was there, trying to find my way home,
Through the grasses, thorns and sticky loam
That had replaced the narrow footpath,
That once led man from this to that.
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Without you is a dream coming true
A dream I never had but yet is coming true
Should I call it my destiny to be without you?
When the only light in my life is the sun that's you.
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Fearsome soul sucker
Cold but a good messenger
Where are his trophies?
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Alone, at times, I lie back and wonder-
How God made me an artist with words on paper
The beauty of the load I am born to deliver,
Remains a mystery-like a Qur'an to a believer.
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Nature made me a vehicle without a break,
My motion is thus, a mandatory action.
Like everything that was created, I cannot stay young,
And have no map for my next destination.
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My ears are hot from the gush of voices
And I wish my soul can be lost for minutes
Lost as my eyes would shut their openings
And then I'll submit myself to the darkness waiting.
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I went in search of a soul
To replace a weak one I call my own

I went out of my head for the things I said
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Tell me your dreams
What your eyes see when they can’t see
Tell me your dreams
What your soul feels when they can’t feel
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I write, hoping to make things right,
Hoping the words I write will help mend weak hearts,
And would render their tongues speechless but not their minds
And breathe life into the grave that had been dug in their minds.
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Clothe me with nothing
My spirit will not shield me
Can't I fight my will
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I can unwind the hands of my clock,
But it won't change the morning light to dawn.
I wish to meet time so we can talk
So I can go back in time to retie the loose knots.
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I need a diamond,
Huge and found in space to break-
Your heart of diamond.
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Who knows what I was seeking for?
In a dark forest, not a pleasing tour
and wham! I'm up against the dark four-
Who have no mercy or something to die for.
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20.

Battered, scattered, utterly shattered.
The question of trust rightfully answered.
Lost in a world where the sun was warm,
and sent to a shore where the water is hot.
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Nur'ayn (new reign) Biography

I love to write. I love to say the things I want to say without my mouth open, without my tongue working. I am a poet and story writer. I started writing stories when I was Thirteen and wrote my first poem when I was Nineteen Years Old. I may not write as good as Shakespeare or Wordsworth did but I hope my writings will be widely read and appreciated. I hope to be get better with every poem I read, with every poem I write, with every comment I make on other people's work and with every comment I receive about any of my poems. I just want to write, I just want to be read, I just want to be a Poem Hunter.

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On My Way Home

I was there, trying to find my way home,
Through the grasses, thorns and sticky loam
That had replaced the narrow footpath,
That once led man from this to that.

I stopped a few number of times,
To fetch my pen and write down a few rhymes
About my fellow men with whom I travelled,
And how the road we took was never levelled.

At times I had to fight one or two giant wolves,
And was good as dead after killing them both.
Then I ran out of water, fuel and even loaves,
And had to beg from the very people I loathe.

The road leading home is like a war zone,
Where no soul is guaranteed of making it home;
Even the fearless warriors who are well-known,
Often fall and are never able to rise on their own.

My journey home will be a tale to be told,
One I hope will make me my offspring's hero,
And teach them to guaranty a sunny tomorrow,
By conquering today, whether it's hot or cold.

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