rowan ahmed (1993)
Biography of rowan ahmed
rowan ahmed Poems
...............~diary Of A Very Sad Clow...
With the start of each day As in his bed awake he lay His life comes flashing to his mind Not a single happy memory he can find
saddness crowned with perfect grace; desperation and injustice it embrace, lying on the floor, lost and insecure; no more negativity i can endure
.......~blades Of Lies~.......
lies that in every word lies between the letters the truth dies and each letter becomes a blade; that pierces your flesh till your soul fade
................Heart Beats Of The Dead....
With no voice and at no one I loudly shout, 'I AM HERE' But my angry heart is worn out
When the bell of departing chimes, 'll I remember my greatest crimes? When each letter with blood I wrote Broke my pen and my will fought
you make me cry then you wipe my tears you sit trying to console me after you feed my fears
A Single Drop
rivers flow down my mountains high peeks of crystal white skies of pure blue garnished with stars in horizons shining with light
walking away from you was the worst thing i had to do it made me feel pain and sorrow but surely i had to go
.......The Shadow Of Nothingness......
A lonely shadow wondering through dark nothingness Another step into its woes, another step into the hoary darkness Following that significant scent of death The only view of life it gets is through a melancholic lense
Forever Fall! !
walking through my long lonely way found out that my ambition was sold in the darkness solitude stands bold uncovering a new obstacle I can't unfold
....A Writer's Story...! ! !
I hold my pen up, And with my tears i write. I go for hours and hours, then look and the page is all WHITE!
baby baby; don't worry about the pain you 'll feel it no more no more tears and crying you are cold as ice
only a few more days and it's like i never existed and never will all these years standing still
~............All Out Of Love...............
I won't stop you anymore, I won't stand blocking the door You gave me a great heart sore When all i fancied you scattered on the floor
only a few more days
and it's like i never existed
and never will
all these years standing still
and with ultimate silence
i 'll pay he bill
the price of having a mute will
with death wishes and despretion
my days i fill