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Mohamed Nasir Sep 2018
Poetry is the air poets are the breath
poets sparkle like jewels of paradise
flourishes in garden of great poetry

poets matured like pearls in oysters
of vast ocean of their sub conscious

no need to ****** it from jaws of
crocodiles or to combat dragons

don't have to climb Everest
cross the burning Sahara
crawl in the dark belly
of the Pyramids

all they've to do is let the ink flow
let inspired words pass through prism
minds let contrive and conceive aglow.
Mohamed Nasir Sep 2018
A weaver loves weaving silky blankets.
A spider's home a web is stitched by threads
With many rooms; in them are tiny heads.
Their bodies preserved eaten like crumpets.
The weaver weaves it's net from yarns of steel,
So testify the insects, the flies and bees;
It laid like a trap spun from trees to trees;
Whosoever passes suffers you feel.

There lives in darkest dreary room so dour
With hairy legs alert on each it's thread
Awaits; sometimes a windy storm would roar,
When webs like battered sails are torned to shred.
But back it comes to weave within the hour
A place to ply for preys flying ahead.
  Sep 2018 Mohamed Nasir
Brandon Conway

In the skeletal remains of the night
an echoing whimper of a frightening cry

"Daddy, there's monsters where there's no light."

I join under the covers and hum a soft lullaby

Daddy is here to protect
of all that haunts in the night
no cranny left unchecked
no monster left to fright


Sobbing, you moved your tiny body closer
threw your little arm around
laid your head on my shoulder
"Thank you daddy"
was your final sound

Eyes finally closed
breathing finally slowed
embraced and composed
your dream I borrowed.
Mohamed Nasir Sep 2018
Time is a man's enemy
When he can only wait

And begs like a begger
For time and he weeps

His days are almost up
His time come to a still

It's time for him to walk
The longest walk to hell

A coffin will come home
And she waits no longer.
On death row time is a precious commodity. His loved one can only wait for him to come home finally in a coffin. Here the capital punishment is death by hanging.
Mohamed Nasir Sep 2018
No wonder I couldn't find her
She was out all night
When I opened the door
My pet cat rushed inside
And looked at me with her
Big round eyes puzzled
As if asking why didn't I
Opened the door sooner?
As if I read her thoughts
As if she understands
I said, "well, you didn't
Tell me you went outside?"
Greysha is a beautiful cat
Doesn't go out with the guys
Obedient passive goes about
Minding her own ways
Wasting time to look prim
Always around the house
And keeps me company
Now purrs lay beside me
Tapping gently her soft paws
On my arm nudging me
To pat her and stroke her
White and geyish fur coat or
I don't know what's going on
In her mind perhaps she's
Just being naughty or maybe
It's her way of saying
"I am sorry."


We have no name
We live no where
No directions leads to us
Meet us by
Knocking the doors of LOVE
And if you see us in
LOVERz eyes
In a BELOVEDz glimpse
YOU may meet us there

~~~~

If Ranjhana didn't sing
If Zuliet didn't dance
The world is to blame
For LOVE's despair

~~~~

I want to remain
The last page of LOVE
Of your life's chapter
Remember...
Once you wept for me
Let tears cleanse my tomb

~~~~

Two incense sticks burn
It's ashes blow in the wind
Like birds - wings in flight
Pollinating LOVE in souls

~~~~

When, Where, How, Why?
Beyond world's prying
No one knows the reasons
Yet we meet everyday
In our secret ways
We LOVE more than live
We dive within each other
To stare at our reflections

~~~~

Destiny is our bride
Fate - our groom,
And
Even if we are apart
It is LOVE's light
Illuminating NOOR
Uniting our SOUL



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