life and feelings


Failures and disappointments have only served to boost,
My innate zest and confidence with an increase in faith;
Reeling, after back-stabs, have also played their role,
In making me stronger than before and march on to victory.

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Very few love me for what I am:
A humane human being.
Very few know the real me:
And very few are understanding
To try to understand me.
Why call a woman a bitch?
Why call a man a donkey?
The she-dog is faithful and loyal
And loads burden the donkey!
We -- or most of us -- love to
Use vile and insulting names
To describe our fellow mortals
It may be me or you.
I watched the golden sunset
From a high hill top and found
That while it gets dusky here
On the other side light abounds.
In this age when nothing matters
So far as goodness is concerned
You, O my true poet friends!
Can save those who are spurned
By the so-called civilised people
Your words can spread peace, love
And make even the high sky bow.
(Written and posted by Muhammad Naveed Ahmed/Emmenay, on August 28, 2011).

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O life! I have been bearing you for so long -- No regrets,
I myself, drink this Hemlock, so no regrets.
I do not even name my sinner for the betrayal,
Maybe, this is my besetting sin, but no regrets.
O Saqi! I know that the tavern and its mood miss me still,
As does your veiled self -- yet it is late -- so, no regrets.
Let us move on, O my heart, everything is fine,
It is but a breath we must preserve, so no regrets.
The emptiness all around tries to make us sad,
But illusions, cannot beat truth now, so no regrets.
With sweet memories of good friends and a true woman,
Let me drink my cup to the full -- No regrets.
(Written by Muhammad Naveed Ahmed/Emmenay. Posted on July 24, 2011).

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Strong gusts of monsoon winds,
Dark clouds laden with rain,
Collide to create lightning and thunder,
Like Earth venting out its pain.
Showers make several people joyous,
While for some they herald more misery,
The well-to-do and the affluent,
Make merry without care or worry.
Even I want to enjoy the weather,
Even I like being happy and carefree,
Yet, I cannot, as I venture out and roam,
And see downtrodden, suffering, without a groan.
Their huts, collapsed, their belongings sunk,
Their belongings floating on the rain water,
Their children, caught in wet mud and crying,
And untold agony in their oldies' eyes, wailing.
I like William Wordsworth* and his love of nature,
But I cannot feel like him when I see poor suffer,
My heart can only feel and send a quiet prayer,
To Lord God Almighty of absolute power.
It is very pleasing and cool whenever it rains,
Especially in summer when the sun shows its fury,
However, it is also a time when I am sad to see,
The misery of the helpless and the state's apathy.
(Written by Muhammad Naveed Ahmed/Emmenay. Posted on July 14, 2011).

Author's Notes/Comments: 

*WILLIAM WORDSWORTH: The well known English poet loved by many for his love of nature as well as his poetry focussing only on the beauteous side of nature.

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Childhood gone
Youth hanging on
Desperately to
Some dreams.
Age creeps in
Black and white
Play with grey.
Heart and mind
Are still firm
In their resolve
Against autumn.
Mayhem fills
Today's age
Peace smiles
From afar...
(Written by Muhammad Naveed Ahmed/Emmenay. Posted on July 07, 2011).

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A lane of Yellow led the eye
Unto a Purple Wood
Whose soft inhabitants to be
Surpasses solitude
If Bird the silence contradict
Or flower presume to show
In that low summer of the West
Impossible to know -
(By Emily Dickinson (1650).

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Treated like flies!
Telephone calls:
Now silence pervades --
-- I love solitude
Sans deceptions!
(Written by Muhammad Naveed Ahmed/Emmenay. Posted on July 02, 2011).

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Stark sunny day
After showers:
Heart seeks warmth...
Rain and mankind
Are so undependable!
(Written by Muhammad Naveed Ahmed/Emmenay. Posted on July 02, 2011).

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Drip, drip, drip...
Reddened water,
Bathes my heart daily.
Unwept tears,
Choke and stifle,
A state of restless sleep.
Peace is found,
Where hearts beat,
Broken...just like mine...
(Written by Muhammad Naveed Ahmed/Emmenay. Posted on June 21, 2011).

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