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Dec 2012 Oli Nejad

Fakiha Hassan Rizvi

Thick clouds of fear and terror are around
Least bothered are those who have been crowned
Sighs of grief and pain still remain unheard
Deprived of peace is this unfortunate world

Emaciated stomachs and parched tongues long for food
People are forced to swallow things which are crude
Wealth is the possession of those who are shrewd
Fate of the poor, depends solely on their mood

Even the firmament has lost its’ pacifying beauty
Succession of drones has shattered the serenity
To make it worse, there came a natural calamity
Another opportunity to establish a show of charity

The rivers also wept as much as they could
It’s our responsibility to do more than we should
In fact, if we won’t help then no one would
‘Shelter’, a far cry, atleast give them a hood

Searching for helping hands many died in water
The fierce waves got together and decided to batter
For humans, it should be a serious matter
Do implement what you say to make things better

Such is the ambience of my jolted land
The need of the hour is a caressing hand
As, distraught with dismay are those on this sand
Rise and rebuild their dreams just as they planned

This poem depicts the present situation of my beloved country (PAKISTAN). This country has been hit with the worst floods ever in history. I also appeal all the members of HELLO POETRY to pour in their contributions and help those who have been affected,

Dec 2012 Oli Nejad

Visitor

Dec 2012 Oli Nejad

William Ernest Henley

Visitor

Her little face is like a walnut shell
With wrinkling lines; her soft, white hair adorns
Her withered brows in quaint, straight curls, like horns;
And all about her clings an old, sweet smell.
Prim is her gown and quakerlike her shawl.
Well might her bonnets have been born on her.
Can you conceive a Fairy Godmother
The subject of a strong religious call?
In snow or shine, from bed to bed she runs,
All twinkling smiles and texts and pious tales,
Her mittened hands, that ever give or pray,
Bearing a sheaf of tracts, a bag of buns:
A wee old maid that sweeps the Bridegroom's way,
Strong in a cheerful trust that never fails.

Dec 2012 Oli Nejad

Wormholes and Their Company

Dec 2012 Oli Nejad

Liv C

Wormholes and Their Company

To be in a clueless hurry I scurry to the amigos,
Where my heart belongs as they eat burritos.
Stolen are we to bury our nose,
In what seems to be a natural pose;
Catching his gaze he speaks of the glow,
Oh how I freely flow.
We laugh we philosophize,
Ron's darkness makes my heart drop as do the butterflies.
To keep composure and store away feelings of danger,
We meet and stand as though we are strangers.
The cold AC takes me back to the smell of astrology,
where I sit with the others and burn my apology.

Dec 2012 Oli Nejad

The Stage

Dec 2012 Oli Nejad

amt

The Stage

The stage
The lights
The people
The energy
The applause

The music
The costumes
The props
The set
The overture

The concert
The recital
The play
The performance
The dream.

Dec 2012 Oli Nejad

desire dark

Dec 2012 Oli Nejad

Niveda Nahta

desire dark

Her, oh, her,
She shines so bright
In her black gown
with a silver line,

Not frabjous, flambuoyance,
Just simply loyal,
No glitter sprinkled,
No heavy fire,

No makeup,
No blush,
just simply loyal,

White, pale, silver, blue,
Yellow,
Seems so bright even more,

I want to stare at her,
In her dark eyes,
At her dark dress,
With too much depth,

Once I stare, my life, let go.
All along with her beauty galore,
Not frabjous, flambuoyance,
Just simply loyal,
The moon and her,
And my dark desire......

Dec 2012 Oli Nejad

melody

Dec 2012 Oli Nejad

Beeha

melody

indahnya sebuah melodi,
sebuah lagu yang berirama,
sungguh merdu,
sungguh syahdu.

alangkah indahnya hidup ini,
jika diibaratkan dengan sebuah lagu,
setiap detik kehidupan,
mempunyai iramanya yang tersendiri.

alangkah indahnya cinta ini,
seperti melodi lagu-lagu tanpa nyanyian,
penuh dengan kesedihan,
tetapi juga membawa kebahagiaan.

tatkala perginya seseorang itu,
ke dunia lain mahupun yang sama,
sakitnya tidak diduga,
seperti mengenggam serpihan kaca.

kehidupan ini tidak dapat dibicara,
dengan hanya kata-kata,
ianya dapat dirasa,
apabila dilalui.

Dec 2012 Oli Nejad

What I Forgot

Dec 2012 Oli Nejad

Àŧùl

What I Forgot

What I Forgot...

I Can't Actually Recall That,
But I'd Again Try To Pull It Outta My Hat.

I Barely Remember It,
But A Smile Comes To My Face,
Whenever I Get Any Faint Hint.

Her Face Flashes In Memory,
As I Try To Recall Her Face,
In My Moments Of Loneliness,
Of Inexplicable Emptiness.

Her Sweet Voice Rings In My Ears,
As I Get Bored By Stuff,
In The While I Pass Through Clears,
Of The Forests Feeling Lonely,
Trying To Divert My Mind & Attention.

The More I Try To Hate Her,
The Less I Succeed.
The More I Try To Erase Her,
The Less I Succeed.
The More I Try To Forget Her,
The Less I Succeed.

As I Get Along With The Void She Created,
I Realize Her Value - Miss Her More.
Any Other Cuter Girls Whom I've Dated,
I Can't Find Her Exact Successor.
And As I Spend My Days In Solitude,
I Long Again To Kiss Her,
I Wish She'd Know That I Miss Her.

I Forgot How To Get Along,
People Often Translate Me Wrong.
I Forgot How To Actually Smile,
I Find The Society Standing At A Mile.
I Forgot How To Be Happy Alone,
Not That I've Never Been That Way Before.
I Forgot How To Properly Kiss A Girl,
Was It By The Lips Straight Or Given A Twirl.

What I Didn't Forget Is To Write,
And To Read.
I Didn't Forget To Go To The Burial Site,
And To Lament.
What I Should Keep In Mind Is The Reality,
And Focus On It.
I Shouldn't Repent Over The Breakup's Gravity,
And Overcome It.
I Should Abandon This Surly Look On My Rigid Face.

A Small Smile Comes To My Lips,
As I Put Away Her Memory Forcibly.
She Sure Is A Beautiful Memory,
A Memory I Love To Revisit All The Days.
Though This Isn't The Life,
The Accompaniment I Desired.
I Still Don't Try In This Existence,
To Find A Replacement.
I Still Love Her I Feel,
Oh! Forget It - I Escape.