love poem


Weep not for me

For I am

battling the odds

Just to be with you.

You miss me I am sure of that

And even I do

If you only knew how much

You would be able to figure it out

How I am coping

Just to be with you

At the soonest as I promised you

Thank you from the depths of my heart

For loving me so truly

And do not ever forget

That even I love only you

Whatever you may think of me

Do not be doubtful

About me at any time

So does God inspire me

As I keep seeking

The quickest route to be with you....

I see your face in the full moon

And even when I close my eyes

The truth of unheard God's wisdom

Makes me long more and more for you

For as I have always said

Even when you have mocked me and blamed

At my 'silence' and unspoken thoughts

Even now I boldly say

That I love no other woman but you.

  (Written and posted by Muhammad Naveed Ahmed/Emmenay on Feb. 17, 2011).

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Written for the woman who loves me truly. I am blessed indeed, by God Almighty, to be loved by an American woman, whose hallmarks are her grace, dignity and boundless love for me.

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Heavy rains
Like two days before
Keep hiding the moon's bright face.
Sky darker
Than ever in this cold month
Efforts on to dampen heart.
The drizzle
Turns into showers
As I try to spot moon's rays.
It was bad
When Daphne was not there
For she outshone the moon.
Yet the love
Of my beloved woman
Has changed me and my thoughts too...
Her face shines
Smilingly now
And there is no heartache now
O beloved
Rare woman beyond the seas
Your love has ovetaken all...
And I feel
I am a changed guy
God is indeed most loving.
I knew not
You would win me thus
With your own kind of loving.
Let it rain
Or thunderstorm strike
You have my heart and rule me.
O Lord God
No matter how I thank
I cannot match Your favours.
This lady
Who loves me so much
Is Your best blessing on me.
Let it pour
I care naught for aught
Her unique love has cured me.
Unique love
Which no one can match:
Proclaim I to the whole world.

(Written by Muhammad Naveed Ahmed/Emmenay,on February the 13th, 2011).

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Written on/for my beloved, rare woman, high up in the hills of USA. May God Almighty Allah be with her always and keep her safe and bless our love more and more, Aameen/Amen. For several years, prior to the moment when she came into my life and save me from gloom, sorrow and despair, a dark and cloudy full moon night in the wintry month of February always made me sad and despondent...and it was just as the Bard makes Antonio, the "Merchant of venice" say in the opening scene of the play, even I never used to know why I felt so sad...and this worsened after my childhood schoolmate and sweetheart Daphne John (Tahira Muhammad Naveed) left me to rejoin her Creator high above in Paradise...but thanks to my beloved, rare woman --- let her remain anonymous till the time chosen by God Almighty reveals it to the whole world -- she, with the magic of her unconditional and selfless, ethereal total love, epitomising total feminity has made a new man out of me...May Allah/God Almighty bless her forever, Aameen/Amen.

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I have evolved
Thanks to God most high
And His blessing: my beloved woman.
Man can grow
Improve and evolve
If his woman loves him truly.
So I am
Grateful to my God
And my beloved, rare woman.

(Written by Muhammad Naveed Ahmed/Emmenay on Feb.10, 2011).

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Inspired, as usual, by the love of my beloved, rare woman, whom I am missing terribly right the moment.....wonder how the night will be sans her by my side!

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Woman is frail
And she is frailty
For many a wanting man.
But God's love
Is more enduring
Than the love of all women.
I love God
More than anybody
So I am blessed too by Him...
I am loved
By a rare woman
Who is not frail nor frailty.

  (Written by Muhammad Naveed Ahmed/Emmenay, on Feb. 10, 2011).

Author's Notes/Comments: 

As usual, this poem is also dedicated to the beautiful woman, in every sense of the term, who loves me truly. May God Almighty bless her and keep her safe and happy. Aameen/Amen. The Bard says in his play "Hamlet": "Frailty, thy name is woman!" Here, I show that my woman is unlike all others. She is neither frail nor is frailty her name.

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Blow wind blow
Show me all your strength
I promise, I will, still win...

Winter come out
And lash out fully
Yet I will not be beaten...
Time delays
But God controls all
So I will meet my beloved...
I have God
And He's on my side
Let others try to stop me...
I will meet
My beloved woman
And God willing very soon...

Our soul will
Join and become one
By God, she'll be mine soon...

(Written and posted by Muhammad Naveed Ahmed/Emmenay, on Feb. 10, 2011).

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Wrtitten for the woman high up in the hills of USA, who loves me wih all her heart. No odds can defeat me from making her mine as God has willed it that we are to be each other's, very soon. God willing, it will be so, very soon....

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I miss you
O my rare woman
My beloved I do miss you...
I love you
You know that I do
As you have my heart with you...
My true love
I will come to you
God willing, I promise this...
I need you
O my heart-keeper
And very soon I will be
Where you are
Waiting for just me
God willing you will be mine...

(Written and posted by Muhammad Naveed Ahmed/Emmenay on Feb. 10, 2011).

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Written for my beloved, rare woman, the one who loves me with all her heart and owns mine too...she is far too beautiful than any other woman in this materialistic world of vain human beings. She is far from me at the moment but God willing we two are destined to become one soul the way we were when souls were made by God Almighty. She is my better half and she knows it fully too....and revels in this awareness....May Allah bless this American who is much more of a total woman and exquisitely feminine and demure, passionate and imaginative, romantic and flighty, ethereal yet practical, in short a model of total womanhood I have ever come across....only to fall in love with her.....All praise to Allah/God Almighty...why name her? She is rare and one of her kind....isn't that enough....and soon, God willing, she will be all mine, come what may....yes, God willing, all mine and nobody else's......InshaAllah, as we say in Arabic!

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IT Does Not Have To Be Forever

It does not have to be forever,
today is all I care.
My tomorrows may hold some promises,
but my now will be filled with roses.

Expectations are not my cup of tea,
being with you is all I plea.
Let us laugh, love and be happy,
who knows, the best is here to stay.

Leave the fears and anguish behind you,
they make our hearts grow old and blue.
Hold my hand and this I promise,
our sweet moments, will still be  forever.

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Quite often my beloved, rare woman,

Asks me if I love her more than she does,

I smile at her query and say I know that:

"To answer you is not so simple but,

This fact may provide you with a clue:

"That I cannot live without my life -- You."

So far as missing 'you' is concerned

God alone knows the depths of my heart's state,

Of the bleeding of longing and the jagged wounds

Making my being apart from you more than just an ache:

It is something which words cannot portray:

An agony too true to prove itself true.

       (Written and posted by Muhammad Naveed Ahmed/Emmenay on February 7th-8th, 2011)

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Dedicated to my beloved, rare woman, the total epitome of feminity...high on the hills in USA....:):);), with a pure soul and a loving heart and a sefless soul...loftier than all the women I have come across...fairer than late Madhubala, the Indian actress, as her spirit soars higher than Venus Helen of Troy can match her and no Juliet or Cleopatra can steal away her "infinite variety" from her...She loves me truly and so do doubt about that...AT ALL!!!

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Love is definitely sweet and rare
Especially true feelings for each other
But love can even cause great despair
If the loved and beloved are 'Separated Two'.

    (Written and posted on February the 7th-8th, 2011, by Muhammad Naveed Ahmed/Emmenay).

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Dedicated to my beloved, rare woman, who else?

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