HERE I AM


Here I am, for my promises
The day which I have rises
In darkened nights
Mocking nights and jibed stars
I am alone, what for’s?
Though you are bright-
In my heart every moment
And faint-
Your voice, your smile;

© 2014 SADDAM HUSEN

MY MISSING MOMENTS
-SADDAM HUSEN
You are in me
I am finding a path
To reach you-sprout you.

An agitation is in me
It follows me at any worth
Alone it makes me weak to you.

A hitch is in me
Whenever hiccups came forth
I think "I am reminding by you.

I am missing warm morning
Black tea at coral evening
Holding hand in silver moon.

My heart is beckoning you
I want to shelter in your heart
Want to talk for long time
Eye to eye, hand to hand, with you withal

The moon was at his top stage
Everywhere was milky light
Stars were twinkled with rhythm of heart
Everything was beautiful that night.

But at one side, ajar, alone and sorrowful
She was at the river bank side
In the white gown and with moisture eyes
Her concentrate was at the floating moon light.

Her azure eyes with many drops of water
Was winking gradually, but no one was there
Dribbling drops making her gown dank and dark
But her grievances were unknown and unclear.

Suddenly some fireworks flashed into the sky
She aimlessly watches that with dormant sight
She swept away her tears and smiles
With slow walk she came on the weir
And without spending any moment
She jumped in to the river.

Let me meet you
In Life's sorrows and joys
all my nights and days
With you - in every cheer and strife

to live Life with you
as my rising sun and dazzling moon
You and I alone filling the void
sharing one another's vision

Head on your shoulder
  Palm in your hand
I share my dreams
no feasible fear for being departure                
upper from all earthly uncouth bonds
let snatched all foes and ends wreck.

Balm for Your Soul

Every feeling is real
It is new but effectively true
Now track my every wreck
This vital virtue could not control by any rescue.

Feel my ultimate jealousy
for your standing by others end
whether he is your friend
I just want a walk, hand in hand with you.

You are irrestrictive elusive
you are not here yet luring
Fast stimulation for your curing
Violent-nascent, hollow-shadow, hard to spend moments few.

THE POET AND ITS VERSE

No legion or religion can hold my vision
Any legislative can’t cease my verse
Born free I am a motion
No language or nation can bind my fluctuation.

I am petals of dear flowers
I have fragrant of sweetness
But I lived it for other
For little happiness
And for world peremptoriness

HOME TORTURE


Her enchanting eyes,
Her melody voice;
Her hairs movement in the air-
And dear full swing of hand-
To make new sketch in the wind;

Her play, for catching the butterflies
Her tone in the sorrow voice;
Quiver tweets in happiness
Always new verse and call
How you are happy at all?

But that all was before us
She don’t want to go home, only rush
She was tortured by own
They want her to stay home tide
And don’t be stronger for get your right.