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Mohamed Nasir Dec 2017
Soon I'll be going on a journey
I've some rough ideas where to go
And what to do.
I'll get my bag of subject to pack
The required substance in
And I think I'm ready
To travel the desolate road
Of writers and poets before me
Mystic prose fragrance as a rose
Invogerating enticed me
Quickens my steps
To go further and further
Into the seeming enchanted woods
Of words hanging like apples
And picking the juicy ones
And leaving the unripened
Ones for another day
And leads me into a journey
I shall be grateful or I shall sigh
But I know I shall be going
Taking them again by and by
Till my life journey ends
Mohamed Nasir Apr 2018
Certain species of insects, birds
Fishes moved by instinctive action.
Animals by certain behavioral code,
By invisible rules primeval hierarchy,
By natural selection of dominant genes,
Identify and select, elect able leaders.
This is true to humans and primates.
The fittest more powerful the cleverest
Are the providers for food and protection.
The mighty conquering over the weak.
Mankind since time memorial seek
Remedial solutions for vulnerability.
They look up to leaders for leadership.

Leaders comes in all walks and sizes.
Those of esteemed virtues, acclaimed
Legendary status, heroics chisel in stones.
If tyrants unopposed, dictators idolized,
Anarchy reign from their distorted minds.
Fake leader corrupt nation kills democracy.
In God's name lift ****** sword of aggression.
Once they dictated on the throne and send
Thousands innocent sons and daughters
To castration and death. Charismatic,
Beguiled us, woo us with crafty oratory
But corrupted to the core as soon as tasted
Drank the sweetness of absolute power.

Leaders formulate laws for peace and progress,
And nation building, and not contrived laws
To suit themselves, their families and cronies.
God of all the prophets, the clergymen,
Of Kings and Queens, of dukes and Lord's
And God of the decent common man.
Send down to us blessed leaders
Who will lead by outstanding, fine example,
Who will lead us in good and trying times,
Who will not, neither womanize cheat or lies,
Who will make promises and delivers,
Who concerned about the environment,
Who weild their powers with empathy,
Who simply deserves to lead us.
Mohamed Nasir Oct 2018
Foreign soil leaves fall
One by one so too we all
Leaves, us, waits God's
call
Mohamed Nasir Aug 2018
With firm steady hands we grip our bows
Principle fingers clipped the restless arrows
We lift our bows high above our shoulders
We pulled our strings till the appointed time
Unleash them see each eagerly goes.

Elastic bows where the arrows learn to ride
Tough at the core but supple outside
Bending to comply as far as it's stiffness could go
Quickly flex to it's customery shape again
Bow and arrow one unmoving one must stride.

A swoosh and arrows found their freedom
Swiftly carried with our prayers with some
Trepidation by whims of their progress
On target or strayed by rebellious wind
On course with promises or to their doom.

Children grew from our shadows took flight
Taught what little we knew now flew out of sight
Can't replicate us make their own learning curves
Not forbidding their future endeavours
Love and devotion can't hold them come what might.

One by one we launched them into fresh air
Like shooting stars arching through the stratosphere
Some had scored some missed but none came back
To and fro amble down the grassy track
We'll walk to them they're waiting for us there.
As parents we nursed our children from toddlers up to the times they go to school. See that they're taught with a good primary and secondary education. Then came the part to let them go on their own to colleges and universities. And often misses them, we would travel and meet them at their campuses. Ferried them back and forth. Until they finished their studies and graduated.
Mohamed Nasir Jul 2018
Life is short, we all know
Whether we like it or not
Maybe good, bad or holy
One day we all have to go

Our children may query
Look upon a starry night
Of the trillions there's us
So why fret & why worry

For what else can you do
But to take it on the chin
The straights, hooks, jabs
 Life throws swing at you
Mohamed Nasir Oct 2017
When I feel
Lonely so lonely
I'd be at a cemetery
I'd go to where you are
I'd be with you to whisper
I'd speak as no one's around
I'd tell things you won't frown
Pour my heart to you evermore
Until my feelings of loss no more
Till become speechless you & me
For underneath the silent earth
In peaceful bliss they'll both be
Dearly to me lay side by side
Mom & dad makes me sad
Through tortures years
Yet memories lingers
Embedded in tears
Marble & stone
I'm still alone
Mohamed Nasir Oct 2017
Love beckons
do I ought to or do I not
does a lonely heart have a choice
you say let it comes from an inner voice
give not by compulsion but by entrapment
betrayal tearing a secrilege of our love pages
tempest ends a bond we've grown to loath
to you a begger of love my love pledges
softened me broken a secret oath
true love beckons you by
and why not I
When new love beckons the old love walks out the door
Mohamed Nasir Sep 2018
Love is so unfair
I gave my heart love snatched it
The fox trot away.
Mohamed Nasir Sep 2018
you're made for each other
when oft you sing her name

When sleeps awake dreams
When thoughts only for her

when you pray she you love
when sacred vows you said

and like hands are to gloves
you're made for each other

why drown in tears self pity
why hiss spits like a cobra

when sweetness turned sour
when you find love has fled

why break up when you said
you're made for each other
Nowadays I feel marriage and divorce is like horse and carriage. Marriage is no longer taken seriously. Even love marriages don't last.
Mohamed Nasir Dec 2017
May
This 2018
Be a good year
May you find love
Gratification and gay
May hearts be one
May wishes do come true
May your heartbreak and grief
May you put them away
May they not last you live on
May you enjoy peace with loved ones
May you be blessed wonderful and cheery
May I take this opportunity
To wish you
A lovely
A happy
A marry
MARRY
CHRISTMAS
AND A PROSPEROUS NEW YEAR
To all my Christian friends fellow poets here. To all of you may 2018 be a year of reconciliation and best endeavours
Mohamed Nasir Jun 2018
Upon warm weather instinctively through metamorphosis
it's time to start flutter testing newly minted wings
then the orange covered trees coming alive
waiting to leave their transient homes
billions of orange wings drumming
they decend in sheer abundance
rocky mountains are aflame
orange on streams forest
over desolate houses
man-made dams
rivers and lakes
and swamped
to feast before
to onward journey
a valley of milkweeds
the horde of marauders
entwined confusion
reign on blurry
battle rages
each frenzier
than the other
trying to satisfy
to each a flower
then each a leaf
find to lay eggs
to being them
again be able
to rampage
again leave behind continue
no need to stare looking back nothing last in motion of unison
wings may drop to dust a new generation emerges to carry on.
This is a tiny weeny portion of the migration of the monarch butterflies. Over four thousands miles of epic journey from Canada only to lay their wings to die in the mountain of Mexico. There they began again flying up North. And it would take another two to three generations to succeed in reaching their intended destination.
Mohamed Nasir Oct 2017
Mother  valley  vast  experience  motivator
Exuberant  colourful  loving  benevolent
Sympathetic  lecturer  strong
  Caring   protector
What more can I say. This poem is to all the mothers in the world.
Mohamed Nasir Oct 2017
I saw some
mushrooms here together
growing on a log decayed by the weather
this morning they were here now reminiscences
the stools wild delicate looked like mottled houses
from afar build on the slopes on top of a hill spread
around dampened undergrowth on the ground
they settled well
ephemeral though
really I don't know
will they come home
again after the rain
on the log in the
shade  traces
of white
faces
Mohamed Nasir Feb 2018
My brother O my brother is very ill
I fear he'd go fear he'd tread the thin line
Of oblivion and no amount of pills
No herbs will cure he's beyond medicine

My brother O my brother I'm afraid
Afraid you'd finally take the lonely steps
Your irreversible steps of least said
You'll slip into the unknown softly lapse

You're unaware of us gathering here
Teary eyes waiting, we wait for your sake
By you warm body breathing deeper
Then you usually do I fear you'd not wake

My brother, I can only pray and hope
You'll find strength, be brave and fight on
In you there instilled the way to cope
I believe as they did what had to be done

To help you pull through in every way
And they wired you to every conceivable
Instruments, monitors, gaze everyday
While you lay like a contemplating angel

Brother, I beg you don't choose to end
Succumbed to travel the route to eternity
Going the way of our father who went
Embarked his trip of unreturned journey
My brother is seriously ill. He had a heart attack and now in hospital. Please wish him well my friends in h/p.
Mohamed Nasir Aug 2018
Wakes up to the chiming of the clock
I close the door and turn the lock
And start my morning walk.

The sun beams down to clear the fog
Ah....cool fresh air no more smog
As I begin my morning walk.

I go slow and easy I don't have to slog
No rush to compete or time to log
I'm enjoying my morning walk.

Corporate world is full of same mock
Up circus, wine, clowns and shock
I go for my morning walk.

Some brisk walking some prefer to jog
One run as if chased by a dog
Me and my morning walk.

People to people on the tracks of rock
Gossipers talk and talk, tick tock
But I've got my morning walk.

Before poor heart gives me the knock
Before old arteries starts to clog
Better take the morning walk.
Nothing like a morning walk to start your day for health reasons.
Mohamed Nasir Nov 2017
He listened to his favourite singer
While in his favourite chair
Soothe voice of a crooner
Like lullabies softened the air
"Pretend you're happy when you're blue
It isn't very hard to do".....vibrate the night and
"The falling leaves drift by my window the autumn
Leaves of red and gold"...........with an effortless ease
Of delivery brings sentimental tears repertoire of his
Ballads swinging big band hits country western latino
Goldies. Restores our memories. Some I still remember
Some I can't recall. I looked at this LPs I'll reminisce
My father and I, we loved Nat most of all.
Mohamed Nasir May 2018
If you feel insulted hurt fed up
Baffled thinks it's silly
Finds that you don't deserve
Pick the pen one more time
Say, it's not me to give up
Say, this is not me.

Many have since posted put up
On this site no light in sight
Begrudge their lives are harsh
Often times hopes are crushed
Keep scribbling never give up
To write is your right.

Although your writings is not up
At par with the greats
Give the best but be yourself
Okay maybe you needed a rest
Don't be dispirited give up
Surrender to defeats.

For your sake carry on start up
Your engine warm it
Rave up yourself one more go
Purge devilish demons the ego
Never you quit, never give up
Be cool don't concede
Mohamed Nasir Jan 2018
A
year has
come a year has
gone a time to dream
castles in the air time to look
at the pages of despair promises
unrekindled like a forgotten culture
although 100% I've tried to follow
negativity in the first quarter
pessimism by half year
less to self doubt
year end
0
Not too late to write a new year resolution. Though it's half way in the first month of the year. But so hard to fulfill them so I've stopped this culture.
Mohamed Nasir Nov 2017
Night is for day to repose the female gender mate a complete opposite of what masculine day is.
Refresher of mind and body when day is work but night is restful to sleep be at ease for love and peace.
Dangerous stealth fearsome sinister foe killers rapists predators stalk and prowl be very very careful ladies!
Socializing indulging nightclubs dancing ***** theaters concerts movies sports and games at the door a goodnight kiss
Seductive passionate ***** copulation excitement the animals howl and the owls hoot the time of beasts.
The mantle of secret criminal lawless ways racketeering vices smuggling whatever deemed as illegal activities
Eerie silence darkness mysterious anxious worst nightmare a bat in the foggy night is there a taxi to take me home? Please!
The writer's friend accompanying him her in lonely wait quest for wisdom answers and inspiration in the wee hours like this.
Night for solemn devotional prayers reflections regrets repentance weep in contemplation or immersed in quite bliss.
Night is a friend or a foe, good or evil. Night is for animals insects looking for food or being food for predators. Night is God's gift to mankind to use it wisely.
Mohamed Nasir Mar 2018
Being young time in hand
I thought life is without tests
In my naivety thinks

Life without failure
Sadness, pain, illness, problems
Without fear hunger

None poverty-stricken
In tents against the elements
No clean water, lights

Less greed, lust for wars
Without destructive Nature
Live in peace on Earth

No smog, pollutants
Global warming, climatic
Changes, Alnino

There's justice for all
No racism, prejudice, hate
Or marginalized

I've come to realize
Score goals touch downs not always
Life's no perfection

And life untroubled
Untouched by drought of sorrow
Drenched in mournful rain

To sweat to achieve
None comes on silver platters
Glory with defeat

Being cheated lied to
Being double crossed, being spat at
Lovers' vows broken

Life isn't row the boat
Merrily, gently down the stream
Life isn't but a dream.
Mohamed Nasir Dec 2017
The old lady needs a make over
She doesn't need to be saved by a Super hero
She needs her people united to avoid disaster
When the old lady will shriveled away to zero
She'd be tired with a gaunt going round her axis
And she'll fall like a gigantic boulder into the abyss

With the universe churning like an evil broth
Of assortment of planets of moons and stars
A galactic concoction of a gloomy source
She'd be depleted by calamities and wars
Annihilated by a nuclear misadventure
Being torn to shreds be ripped by nature

There'll be no spring, no summer, autumn
or winter
How can she ceased to be a dark deserted planet
If she doesn't have concerned tenants to save her
A century of torment of abuses upon her we beset
On her we populate upon her we plundered *******
With selfishness, greed and avarice, brainless myopic attitude

We need to have iron will to change rhetoric will not suffice
We must believe if we try we can reduced carbon emissions
We can desist nuclear armament let us not compromise
Replenish her trees, clear her air, clean her waters of toxic pollutants
We want solutions to revise her make her look prettier
For the sake of our next generation, lets give her a make over
Mohamed Nasir Jan 2018
One is me single lonely number
One stand on one solitary street
One is free but still a lone figure
I, at a crossroad, no one to meet

Two with the confidence of love
Two by sacred hours converges
Two shared tender moments of
Vows to keep through the years

Three someone said is a crowd
Three happy, frown, laugh, cry
Three a rejoinder & oh, so loud
Our home at the street nearby

Why stop at three got one more
Now it's one, two, three & four!
Mohamed Nasir Sep 2018
This day my words that rhymes I would offer,
No kinder person deserving than you.
When problems come to break us year by year,
With our resolves and love we carry through.
To God we praised through bare necessity;
And persevered with each passing day,
To love we found though tempers flared maybe.
We nurtured brought our children up our way
From saplings growing reaching out the sun.
So blow the anniversary candles;
Let's celebrate till all our time has run,
Who cares to whom would come the dark angels.
Let us enjoy and do not shed a tear,
For I'll be hurt to see you suffer dear.
This sonnet #15 will be the last from me here in Hello Poetry. I'd like to share with you all first before I'll share it with my wife on our next anniversary.
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 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 Oct 2017
If I can be a
tree what kind of a tree do
I want to be I can be as useful as a
coconut tree an orange tree a banana
tree have some light refreshments at the
pant-tree perhaps join the army and be in
the infant-tree or I can study dentist-tree
carpent-tree I can paint be an artist-tree
but oh I guess you know all I want
to be is free to write and be
a poet-tree
Mohamed Nasir Jul 2018
Love means I have the power

From within

I have never known or seen or felt I had

Love means sacrificing, learning to let go

To accept and to give in

To share with her because I love her so

And to win

Through the years as we begin

To spread

More rounder and curve

So will be our love.
Love gives me power from within. When you truly love someone you're willing to share the power.
When you're married nearly 27 years you'll learn to give and take, to sacrifice to live together. Realized the reality to give way and still have your way.
Mohamed Nasir Nov 2017
I am in here within bricks
Of alphabets
Within the walls of words
Behind the bars of verses
And sentences
I imprisoned myself
To my writings
My rhyme is my crime
My readers be my judge

I am a prisoner of poetry
No one can set me free
Mohamed Nasir Nov 2017
Racism an illness to colour someone
Racist treats words like a loaded gun
let us communicate
let's not hate
nor to irritate
let us not ****
as racism will
Mohamed Nasir Jul 2018
After
Being fished
Pulled out of a storm
None will be more welcome
More important that would eased
Than a piece of blanket to keep warm
A piece of blanket thick insulating him in
Wrapping this bony body wrinkled shivering
Blanket breathing his every breath from within
A consolation for the toils and voices lamenting
For freedom exodus from butchery and hunger
The nation bleeds of men women and children
Soldiers maim and **** to serve their dictator
He tugged his blanket tight his only mate
Sipping coffee stares the frigid water
Politics will determine his fate
For now free and warm
To live another
Storm.
This is to the human catastrophe called Syria
Mohamed Nasir Nov 2017
A
      sail
        catches
       the wind
       the belly
   full of air
sailing the sea you and I
Mohamed Nasir Jul 2018
O rescue help the boys in dreadful cave.
Those adventurers could meet their demise
Unless in hour of crisis comes the brave;
But one by one emerge and none yet dies,
Unscathed though bruised from historic ordeals,
Escaped the jaws of death. Those left behind,
Our prayers they overcome their perils.
The tears flowing freely cruel minutes grind.
A strange surging water locking them in,
The force push them up to higher chambers.
Upon a mount waited; with anxious kin,
With families, monks believe still embers.
We salute rescuers' courage to save,
And one to God his precious life he gave.
This poem is to the boys and the coach of a football team trapped in a cave in Thailand. But thanks to the rescuers' most had been rescued and one of the rescuers died in this attempts to save the boys. Except a few left behind. Our hope they would be saved and hope all will go well.
Mohamed Nasir Nov 2017
Hold up to her eyes as if to admire
A syringe
Already I can feel the sharp point
Going into my skin
I'm scared I don't know why since
A child I fear
The dreaded needle even the idle
Ones in the drawer
You find in a box amongst buttons
And threads
She said don't worry it'll hurt a tiny
Little bit
Mother said the doctor knows what
To do so sit
Grimaced a sad tinge why needles
Made such pain
Seeing blood extracted it's something
That'll remain in my brain
I'd swear not to go there even with
Treats or threats
Shortly I've to have my normal blood
Test and screen
Oh to go through the same anxiety of
The pain unseen
Without mother's comfort but I know
She's near by my side
Looking over my shoulders to give me
A pat when I cried
There now she'd say that wasn't bad
Was it?
Agreed or not I quietly nobbed
Sex
Mohamed Nasir Oct 2017
***
At my age *** is not for lust
*** is like the fleeting butterfly
It touches flowers as it goes by
At my age *** does not last

At my age *** is not for lust
For this wrinkle hands do not creep
And find you while you snug in sleep
*** is for someone you trust

At my age *** is not lust
It's not always ready plug and play
Takes time for foreplay some delay
And before I get go I bust

At my age *** is not lust
It's not for the oohs and ahhhs
As this muscle is not what it was
It just won't do when I ask
Mohamed Nasir Nov 2017
They kicked it and it hurled into the air
To where it landed they chased it there
In their merriment the boys barefoot all
In a village field eleven boys and one ball
With mind free of troubles in their stride
They put two meters apart only one side
Of two stout sticks marked as a goal post
Where jostled and hustled were the most

Till the ground hardly any grass and rough
On the objective to score goals on that half
Part of the field while on the other half more
Or less worn out like those shirts they wore
Only after school the homeworks they'd got
To do first before they go down to play if not

Adjacent stood rubber trees rows upon rows
The rooted fans watched them play like pros
If the rain pounded about an hour you'll see
The whole body shorts and shirts completely
Unrecognizable covered with sweat and mud
No proper rules shoes no referee nothing but
Enthusiasm and a sheer joy of playing soccer
Somewhere in a village in the north of Malaya

Now where the field stood are houses apartment
Blocks and shops no laughters and no merriment
Buildings made of concrete cement hard and cold
No more roughing kicking and chasing after a ball
And no rubber trees lining up as spectators antrall
Only a feeling of emptiness a place devoid of soul
Mohamed Nasir Dec 2017
solace is to comfort in words to be kind
in the wake of tragedy and tribulation find
solace is as crisps as fresh as air after the rain
wash away the tears heart broken by grief and pain
solace is soft as gel as tender as dew on blades of grass
mellow the bereaved of bitter memories till it come to pass
solace to the loser like sun rays breaking through dark clouds
bearer of hope to the persistent over negativity that shroulds
to console the believers for at the tunnel's end there's light
like merciful angels sent to soothe the terminal's plight
solace is to come to term one will expire oneself
to be plucked by the One off the shelf.
Mohamed Nasir Dec 2017
Some poets not of meekness but of valor
When the pen not the sword they chose
In a quiet solitude in earnest labour
With ink of tears in their lyrical woes

Write in sober or when they're drunk
With passion with a yearn in every heart
Or write in sadness in a chair they sunk
While some write for the sake of their art
Mohamed Nasir Apr 2018
Here neatly side by side these rotted steels
Cancerous rust peeled off paints lay idle
Progress put halt these **** grown wheels
The sad pale ghosts of once was tireless angels

In unknown graveyard of ambulances
There's silence. But whistling birds in a tree
Not like sirens blared heard far distances
Cut through traffic like ships divide the sea

Wings on fire ferrying perilous load
Sick and dying dire need to hospital
Mother's in labour mishap on the road
Saviour of lives young, old and critical

Where mankind employs, mankind destroys
Hollowed vans left to whims like broken toys.
I came across a field of discarded ambulances. Sad to see them left in the mercy of the sun and the rain. As if their previous efforts had gone in vain.
Mohamed Nasir Apr 2018
Our rose blossoms in the garden today,
She comes of age to lovely promises;
Knowing in time she'd be plucked away,
Let her free, leave us be in emptiness.

As if unawares she has grown matured;
Thought she's still our adolescent flower,
We poured our love to, put to school, nurtured,
Clothed, shielded within our means and power.

Her silhouette is becoming obvious,
Blossoming in foamy lace flowing gown.
As such the couple makes me so envious,
For their loving moments, I keep my frown.

On this day a father's sworn vow comes true:
To give his daughter's hand to someone new.
I wrote this poem on the eves of my daughter's wedding day.
It is never easy to lose someone you nurtured since a baby. But knowing one day a stranger will take her away when she has grown to a lovely lady.
Mohamed Nasir Apr 2018
I'm one of billions out there hanging tough,
I've lived, loved in rain and wind blowing by,
So many fell to ground and kissed the rough.
But steadfast on the rattling stem am I.
Petals that shines on warm of day unfurled.
They hurl their heads to glorious sunlight;
And trees heavenly bounties fuelled
Marauding pests to carnage in moonlight.
Though crumpled by diseases every side;
Yet flowers blooming yielding fruits again.
Youths green to ripening men, time and tide
Of fortunes of life and death remains.
On stem I'll forever not hold, I'll fall;
My flesh to soil in darkest night of all.
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
A white marble bride luminous
By Jumna a forever beauty sits
Tantalizingly alluring vivacious
Mesmerizing whom she meets

What marvellous workmanship
Every calligraphic sparkling gem
Embedded precise and secrets keep
Unrevealed parish in time with them

Of what grandeur lavished upon her
To immortalize the love everlasting
Symbol decreed upon by her lover
A shrine entombed in true loving

The moon glistening on the earth
Shine over the white marble bride
To Jumna her love had witnessed
An unparalleled devotion of pride
The Jumna is a river that meanders by one of Shah Jahan's greatest  achievement the Taj Mahal
Mohamed Nasir May 2018
Teacher teach me how to write
a poem I so dream of beauty
so sublime that would never fade
by age, by time, evergreen
Teacher teach me the craft
that is so captivating, spellbound
so truthful to those who reads it
be inspired find the meaning
of life, learned to cry or laugh
their appetite whet
Teacher teach me the ways
that many craved of luscious
food of love to lovers of this art
and sits me by the laps of Gods
Goddesses and high priest
of poetry so as I will taste
immortality
Teacher teach me.
Mohamed Nasir Apr 2018
Where my heart sleep is home
Though the miles and miles of journeying
Home is where my heart keep.

When in restless hours I'll roam,
When world was new aimlessly revolving,
Windows of old memories peep.

Waves on waves white as foam;
Believers plenty yet you're I'm so longing.
Where fluid time hardly do seep

Awaits reborn in purifier womb.
My hajj pilgrimage by the One beckoning
My venture of truth devotion deep.

Under a holy sojourn ancient dome;
To repent wild nights sinful tears shedding
Like crystal droplets whilst I sleep.
In rememberance of my pilgrimage to Mecca. A chance given by Almighty to clean purify myself. To repent for my countless sins and be born again renewed as new born child.
Mohamed Nasir May 2018
how
difficult it is
to make a choice
to shake awake smell
the coffee face the world
or sleep on wear that or this
do or not to do what I want to do
and should I tie the knot or not
forfeit my liberty or be free
the choice to be in love
and lose your love
or never love
at all
Mohamed Nasir Apr 2018
Rich eagles monarch
Of the skies. While poor cockles
Wallowing in mud.
Mohamed Nasir Aug 2018
O, mosquito for taste of blood you seek,
For miles and miles you fly, within radius,
To earn a warm and idle skin to *****;
By day in cravice dark by night with us.
O, mosquito you small but deadly thief;
On wings of silence came you trespasser,
A drop of blood you've stolen whilst to leave
Me unawares that I'm being the loser.
Alas, you left behind a virus strange,
Of potent evil concoction which spread,
And corrupted my veins by this exchange:
My good liquid for diseases I dread.
Like being bitten by a winged vampire,
My body shaking my soul is on fire!
Mosquitoes can carry a host of deadly diseases.
In 2002, I had contracted dengue fever from an aedies mosquito that landed me in hospital for two weeks. I was ravaged with fever. My blood palates was going lower and lower. My body ached and weakened and my thoughts was I'm going to die. Malaria is another disease, mostly in the tropics, transmitted by mosquitoes.
Mohamed Nasir Sep 2018
Fat cat caught a rat
The fat cat sat on the rat
Now the rat is flat.
Mohamed Nasir Mar 2018
We call them frogs
Not those amphibians
Among tall reeds croaks
Nearby brooks and streams

Not of green coloured things
Come together in a swamp
And on rainy days sings
Their faces go plump

Rather we called politicians
Or their sorts frogs stoop low
To hop one party at an instance
To the next when bribed to do so

Without a thought of us voters
Who trusted put them there
In the pool to lend voices
To be heard equally fair

Long opportunistic tongues
Catched corrosive corrupted flies
Flying round them praises and songs
Gullible followers clings to political lies

You hoppers loves gerrymandering about
Pump air till the cheeks gone purple
You can proudly boast and shout
But stop cheating the people

Beware too of their followers
They too with their dubious ways
Carbon copy of their callous leaders
Gloat in glamour of their hopping days.
Mohamed Nasir Aug 2018
It wades, it stands still, it's very clever.
White heron patiently wait, wait and wait,
Till a fish darted by, reflection on the river.

****** its bullet head it's time to deliver.
Beaks sharp as spears strikes accurate,
It wades, it stands still, it's very clever.

None disturbed nature stays as it were,
No news of any fish that the heron ate,
Till a fish darted by, reflection on the river.

They flock in by the thousands I wonder,
No reduction in fish they don't annihilate.
It wades, it stands still, it's very clever;

It takes what flowing water has to offer.
Teeming with migrants to each their fate,
Till a fish darted by, reflection on the river.

To its chicks it'll provide it'll ensure,
By the banks spear fishing till it's late.
It wades, it stands still, it's very clever,
Till a fish darted by, reflection on the river.
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