Raw Fields

Raw fields in late autumn

Conceal the whisper of lost souls.

Riders of memories

In the armour of dreams.

Inventors of the ancient times.

And all together,

Like herds of timid does,

Are crossing a wavy plain,

Chased with a sorrow of the past,

Chased with a foreboding of the future.

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The Metaphysicist


She was an aqua butterfly fluttering her iridescent in the frigid winds of the north 

Searching and wandering though she was not lost only to be found.


She hugged every morsel of the tree with reverence loving it and becoming it.


And she was all thoughtless we had but no mind of our own

But she swore by these paragons of deliberate hatred and what she wanted was to be a perfect memory to every man who was arrogant enough to experience her body.


She glittered with desire, breaking so easily, so tarnished, so gone. She was fooled and damp with hatred 

She knew from behind her back that she was nothing of my knowledge. 


She terrified me and chilled me to the very nomadic wanderlust of my soul.

And when she was recognized every part of the metaphysical realm came alive.

At two she rose and watched the butterfly fall beneath her waist and flutter

And those who fell broke to the scent of her glittering perfume, and the rubies and roses all became her through the damn wall she used to be me.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

One of the first poems I ever wrote, I was about 13 at the time.

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The Hour We Knew

The broken pieces remain scattered across the floor,
Collecting dust and dirt as time drags on by.
We walk barefoot amongst the remains,
Staring each other down as though we are each other's prey,

Fear formed from when we once slept as one.
Sharing dreams and make-believes,
Dirty sheets are where the passion's gone.
Doubtful intentions on a pleading promise,
Replacement organ where you bleed and have none.

I tread cautiously into retreating,
Setting myself up:
Dead aim, on target.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

That moment. All it takes is a few words to destroy a man.


Battling with their inner self
some men and women
become cynical of others
feeling as if they are a rose --
The 'queen' of all flowers.

I haven't much to say here,
for my hours are measured,
And the night is ready to greet,
One more day of this year.

I am "unbound" and unshackled
and moving onward and onward
in my journey which will end,
In being one with the Divine.
Yet O you my dearest friends!
I have to say it again,
Live simple and think high,
To reach heights that are thine.
The moon was full last week,
It is less than half now,
Ponder on its darkness,
And your inner light will shine.
Even if our destinies,
Are measured and marked,
By the planets and the stars,
Just pause awhile and ponder
On the One who controls all...
Gaze and keep gazing,
Till your sight gets tired,
You will see if you are keen,
That God's Will is prevailing.
It has always been so,
From the first day of creation,
And so will it be,
In every dimension.
(Written and posted by Muhammad Naveed Ahmed/Emmenay on April 25, 2011).

Author's Notes/Comments: 

A metaphysical poem inspired as I was stargazing and often pausing to think and reflect on the undeniable and irrefutable truth that in "IN HIS WILL LIES OUR PEACE".

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Morning comes,
And I wonder why,
I am so out of sync with this world,
And most of the people.
As the moments pass,
I find my heart,
Drawing closer and closer,
To a divine whistle.
I wanted to be one with Him,
And chose to do my very best,
To be lost in His undying love,
For time eternal.
O that I had not been deceived!
O that I had not been side-tracked!
From my life's goal,
By the very hands,
That rocked my cradle...
Was it written out for me,
In the cosmic scrolls of fate?
If so why is my heart still filled
With the desire and resolve,
To seek out the Real?
O my divine Beloved!
You say You are everywhere,
And that You welcome and embrace,
Those who want to be Yours,
O my Invisible!
What is this drudgery You have put me in?
Why this daily worry about earning,
A livelihood for myself and others,
When You assert You made me higher,
Lofty and noble;
Than even the genie and the angels?
I am unable to come to terms,
With what You have said and what is happening,
Day in and day out, around me,
It is indeed horrifying to see the world
Turning terrible!
Only a few pay heed to You,
O my great Love...
And with each passing hour I see how those,
Like me, left alone with unanswered queries,
Have become negligible.
Buddha, Mahavira, Shiva and Krishna,
Noah*, Abraham*, Moses* and Christ*,
And even The Praised One, called Muhammad*,
Are not respected, loved or followed
By many a disciple...
So O my divine Beloved what's all this,
Going on in the name of the devil?
What has been foiled for those like me,
Who want nothing, but You and Your
Love infallible?
O my Beloved pray I to you most humbly,
To respond to me why I was deflected,
Like several, who were on the journey,
Of the straight path, that led to You:
O our Ideal!

   (Written and posted by Muhammad Naveed Ahmed/Emmenay, on Saturday, April 9, 2011).

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The Creek

Standing tall as I lay by a babbling dry creek

I gaze endlessly with limited time into the still darkness of a dazzeling lighted pool

Thoughtlessy mindful of every sound of my silent surroundings

I drift away to places unknown, yet known, to  ponder the meaning of my life

Sudden bursts of dark light moisten the still air of the noisy, calm darkness

"Who's there'" I called out with silent voice to disembodied solidness

Suddenly I realize, a few hours later,  that life is just an illusion

As I lay standing by the babbling, silent, dry creek

My mind became crystal clear as muddy water...I found my answer

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What more now!
Where are we going
Have we ever paused and thought?
God's universe
Is in abeyance
To His laws but we are not
Bent upon
To hasten doom are we
And suddenly, will be nothing!
Christ will not
Even look upon those
Who followed not what he taught
Their deeds are
Preparing their hell
O heart! Let us be with Him...

   (Written and posted by Muhammad Naveed Ahmed/Emmenay)

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Inspired by the evil ways of the worldly people who follow not the teachings of Christ and are lost in selfish and lustful ways of living....

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Devout and visibly God-fearing Muslims get ready for prayers
As the call for "Come to success" blares from mosque-speakers
All night long my whole being longed for communion with my God
My heart beating in love and my system weeping a flood of blood-filled tears
Is ritualistic prayer all that matters to You, tell me O Almighty Allah
Is any act without total intention really acceptable in Your Sight?
I have given my life and where-withal for the sake of Your limitless love
And for Your last Messenger, peace be upon him, have pledged my all
I seek, just like Prophet Moses did, peace be upon him too
To see the majesty of Your Being each day and night even I rue
So please look inside the real me O Lord God of all worlds
Mere and mechanical rituals mean naught to me or to You too...
I am all Yours, O my most loving and caring Almighty Allah
So, please include me among Thy true, faithful servants and lovers, O my Al-Wadood*
I just cannot go and pretend in front of the world like the others do, I can't O my All-Knowing Lord
But You, as I am aware, also know that very few love You like I do.
You have given me everything in terms of blessings, favours and honours
And the best of Your blessings upon me is a woman whose love I treasure
Nobody, thanks to You, is better than me in the poetic verses, You inspire in me
As revelations quivering in my heart  and making it soar higher and higher
In my literary endeavours and in the tasks You choose for me to do

O my Most Glorious Allah, I remain distinct too
So, forever grateful to You I am and know that all praise belongs to but You.
So, I say yet again, O my all-aware and ever protecting Al-Wali of mine
That I belong to You first and foremost and forever shall be Thine.
I accept that I do not observe rituals like robots and programmed machines
But humbly I point out, what You Yourself know, my love for You is greatest and sublime.
O, my Lord God Allah, nobody can work against Your Will and thrive
The Bible, The Glorious Qur'an and all true scriptures: they too do not lie:
When in each and all of them You have stressed on the heart, mind and soul
Being in total consonance with the rituals so that worship becomes truly whole
Of what we utter and what we do when kneeling and bowing our heads

In front of none but You, but tell do me, O dear God,

Isn't worship sans essence, like a being that is "dead"?
So, O  my Ar-Raheem,  let me not be among the ritualistic mechanical worshipers

Who rush to calls and bells when the calls and sounds clutter
But, this O my Rabbil Aalameen, I beg to Thee

Count me among those who live and die for You only.

(Written and posted by Muhammad Naveed Ahmed/Emmenay on Feb 9, 2011)

Author's Notes/Comments: 

*Messenger of Allah, peace be upon him, mentioned here is Prophet Muhammad.

*Al-Wadood is Arabic meaning "Most loving" and is one of the most beautiful Names of Allah as mentioned in the Arabic versions of the Glorious Qur'an.

*Al-Wali is Arabic meaning "Protecting Friend/Guardian" and is also one of the most beautiful names of Allah/God Almighty mentioned in the Glorious Qur'an.

*Ar-Raheem means the "Most Merciful" in Arabic and it is also one of the most beautiful Names of Allah/God Almighty mentioned in the Glorious Qur'an.

*Rabbil Aalameen means is Arabic for "Lord of all worlds" and refers to Allah/God Almighty.

Inspired by the pre-dawn incidents and street scenes on February 9, 2011. People, no matter to what religion they belong (I am a Muslim), have started giving more importance to ritual worship devoid of the purity and intention of the heart and soul, which springs from loving God Almighty as He deserves to be worshiped -- with all heart, mind, thought and intention along with unflinching purity of the soul. I am not criticising anybody or anybody's belief, faith, religion or way of worshipping God here. Far from that, I am only pointing out how I love my Allah/God Almighty with all my total whole and have even pledged by life and everything I have been given by Him to Him and Him alone. I love my Lord God Allah/God Almighty with all my faculties and do not subscribe to ritualistic acts lacking sincerity of purpose and sublimity of thought and purity of intention. And Allah/God Almighty knows this --- this unchallengable utmost love for Him above everything else. I am His and will always be His first and last....and pray that His protection, love, care, mercy, kindness and all-ecompassing love for not just me but all His creation ever remain as sublime lights of truth in every fibre of my believing total self. I stress yet again that only Allah knows the secrets of the hearts and minds of men, women and children, and I am not blaming or ridiculing or making fun of anybody here. I am only stressing on what the essence of true love for Allah/God Almighty must be inside all of us and how real worship should be. This is a mystical and metaphysical, religious poem and not a criticism of anybody human, belonging to any religion whatsoever, in any part of the world.

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