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Mohamed Nasir Nov 2017
He was coming out hurriedly
While she was about to come in
They met at the glass door he and she
Accidentally

And both froze momentarily
And she startled and both stared
Unattered a second and eventually he
Said I'm sorry

He was taken in by her beauty
And so he struggled for his wallet
Gave his business card she looked she
Said oh really?

And one night when she was lonely
Remembered him she took out his card
A cellphone number she dialled suddenly
Accidentally

Since then they met occasionally
Not at her home and not at his office
At the park at cafes for she said she's
Always busy

Too occupied in a huge company to see
Unawares she's in a different division
Those whom he knew acted anxiously
So strangely

One day he asked will you marry me
Two fine kids later by merit moved his
Office next to the boss next to her he
Wants to be
Accidentally
Mohamed Nasir Nov 2017
The sheep seeing the grass
greener on the other side
To venture there or to pass
And they've no one to confide

We should graze the pasture
For the grass there is much less wear
Should we still ponder
I'm sure there's no danger there

Says a sheep on their behalf
They walk to the border the edge
They peer over to the other half
Uninformed without knowledge

There's a keeper by a gilded gate
Who says to the sheep on their behalf
Tell them it's better than what they ate
What are those, goat's grass? he chaff

Still they're hesitant they're unsure
Let's go says the sheep on their behalf
The keeper opens the gate at his leisure
One by one they cross to the other half

The grass is indeed greener they learned
The keeper quickly closes the gate and laugh
An evil laugh that made them frightened
They hurdle together in fear the keeper

Peels his mask and a wolf reveals himself
Their eyes wide open their teeth begin to clatter
Why do you lead us to be slayed lead us astray
They all turn to the sheep on their behalf
Who've nothing to say but starts to pray

None of the sheep can flee as one by one
Eaten by the wolf including the sheep
On their behalf. Once all of them are gone
He goes back again to the gilded gate to keep.
The moral of the story is be careful of someone or people who tells you the grass is greener on the other side. Least he or they might be an agent to human trafficking.
Mohamed Nasir Nov 2017
At times can be seen melting together
One into the other like a loving couple
At times drifting as a lonely wanderer
The clouds are there to imitate people

It can't move on a journey on its own
Without energy clouds are immovable
It'll stay motionless if not wind blown
Prodding to be productive like people

Some are peacocks parading with flair
Of damsels bosoms as white as marble
Putting air pompous what do I care
Show fame without shame like people

Arms ready for war it's getting warm
They gather warring forces for battle
They march whip up a thunderstorm
Rainclouds hungry for war like people

Clouds can be big cloud can be small
Can be rich prosperous can be poor
Like people accumulate only to lose all
To earn and loss and earn once more

They orbit the earth decorated the sky
Unaware of mortal affairs just rumble
Prone to fallacy or vanity as you and I
Can't help noticed clouds are like people
Mohamed Nasir Nov 2017
I'm tired and your tired too
Coming to see me now and then. When
You have the time
Your tired and I don't blame you
I can't explain this type of tiredness
It's not a seasonal thing. It doesn't come
When the season comes
It doesn't disappear when the season
Is over. It kind of lingers
This tiredness permeats into the body
Sort of alien ever so slowly overwhelmed
Me and I'm powerless against the body
Snatchers
The mind is tired the eyes are tired. The
Limbs are tired too
Wearing the same old clothes and the same
Old shoes
Not that she can't effort to buy me new
Clothes. Right now I don't need to
I'm tired and your tired too
The same old folks friends the same old
Faces greeted me the same breakfast
Welcome me every morning and I'll be
Glad she comes and bring along her kids
To see their granddad
I can sit in the living room and watched TV
I can sit at the window watching the grass grow
I can hear the birds singing the **** crow
I can hear the wind blow
I can't wait for you to show up
I know you're busy I don't want to interrupt
I'm tired and your tired too
And l longed to go back home. But I'll be
Alone all the time. I don't want to bother
You now I know you're busy. I know
Your tired and I'm tired too
As it was told to me at the old folks home where this man is one of the lucky ones who have a daughter who comes visiting him occasionally.
Mohamed Nasir Nov 2017
A spider is responsible
For spinning his web
As intricate as can be
The purpose is if possible
As much as he could nab
Flies flying through he

He streached his net tightly
He build his castle of web
And sits the king on his throne
Waiting for morsels of poetry
To plagiarize then to add
New words and calls it his own

Now he'd ask what's bad about it
I'm minding my own business
I'm just weaving writing along
Hold on mr spiderman wait a minute
It's their ideas you took as your best
It's their invention their words their song

And words are free flying by
And what is caught in your net is yours
Spiders and insects can't talk to one another
They're of a different world as one try
To snare and one spent precious hours
To toil only to provide as food to others.
Mohamed Nasir Nov 2017
The pawns are lining abreast shoulder to shoulder.                     The King the queen rooks knights and bishops are ready and both side are ready awaiting for the mysterious hands to lift them up from their spots. The ancient game can commence.
The papers neatly stacked. The pen in the olden days is inked poised for a poet's hand to place it onto the blank piece of paper to begin its journey.
The pieces are moved in turn one after the other until a player concedes and defeated.
The poet placed words one followed by another until the work is completed.
Whether one play like a patzer or grandmaster depends on one's knowledge and mental capacity.
Similarly a poet through experience will write according to the level to a given technical know how foresight and mental ability.
Poetry is the art of expression of mind with words through every known emotional state. The art of crafting words with awe.
Chess the art of intellectual intelligence of territorial *******. The art of war.
Poetry and chess are like art mathematics science and music and both are life.
The attitude in chess is to play well and mine is a quest to write my best. To write what I like and to like what I wrote.
And to write till my pen ends its traveling
The King is checkmated the game is over
I won't be a Hardy a Frost or a Browning
I am but a pawn and an incorrigible rhymer.
Poetry and chess needs the faculty of the human brain to manifest a desire to create something beautifully tangible.
Mohamed Nasir Nov 2017
A butterfly winks at a rose
Attracted by her perfumes
Tweaks fine filament nose
Lady likes me, he assumes
Her flaming pink petal lips
Enticing him to land a kiss
Hovers wings flickers flips
Lips, closer, closer to meet
He retracts, no, maybe not
Sorry love he couldn't do it
Fooled em all the time a lot
Go fly you flirtatious tweet
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