I never feel the world,
How I do with you,
Never appreciate the weight of a head on my shoulder,
As more than yours!

By: Nida Mahmoed.

You are the favourite verse to me,
Which I like to read again and again,
Which I never knew,
How to write,
But want to feel it deeply,
And want to include,
In the poem of my life!

By: Nida Mahmoed.

Time is running like a fast train,
But there is always a time,
To hold a moment,
To feel a love,
To say all; which still are hidden,
There is always a time,
To make things right,
To know your real feelings,
Convincing ourselves; we are right,
Chosen to stick with stubborn behaviour,
Destroying nothing but you,
Change it; before there is no mean to change,
Everything can start again,
Every moment, you can hold and become whoever you have waited to become!

By: Nida Mahmoed.

You are here, and more than I feel,
You belong to this moment,
Than you ever see, more than I feel,
Sorrows flew away, when I imagine you and hear you,
Inside of me, the darker places turn into the brighter day,
When you are with me,
You are foetus, alright you are; you just an other soul,
Who; is breathing with my breath,
You are here, and more than me!

By: Nida Mahmoed.

A desperado can’t feel the pleaded for life,
They won’t allow a life to breath today,
Their strength to see a soul in mourn,
They grow under the sea of blood,
But can defeat them through not to foreboding!

By: Nida Mahmoed

Hunger is a quest,
For some food is just a penny away,
Some slumber without having a dinner,
Give efficacy to food,
Don’t squander it,
Learn to share it and than feel the bliss,
Bliss which feel the hunger of your soul!

By: Nida Mahmoed

One day, two incidents, one enemy; we’ll never forget,
A day which changed map projection,
Which apart the hearts,
Extirpate many dreams,
Floating bodies in the river,
Conjoin pain and frighten memories,
Memories which we would recall on 16th December,
When we were recalling the memories of severance with Dhaka,
Woe was in the breeze,
But an enemy afar from all emotions,
Bloodthirsty souls; Extirpate many dreams,
Dreams of to become a pilot, doctor and a responsible citizen,
One day, two incidents, one enemy; we’ll never forget,
We’ll never forget,
One enemy but two faces,
First Dhaka than Peshawar,
But they did not knew,
Events of dolorous conjoined the nations!

By: Nida Mahmoed