Nadia Jamil Poems

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You Are An Angel Nadia Jamil

You Are An Angel Nadia Jamil short poem

You are a stunning angel in a big bad world of doom-mongers. For all those that want much needed affection, you are always near You walk through hopelessness with your infectious smile While making all those around you, feel cheerful

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A Crack In The Self

A Crack In The Self short poem

A most formidable foe this self is Rarely its guard lowered for long For when it does in the light comes And the dark is dispelled by the sun In that moment I see the truth in me Shining bright

The Guests In My Room

The Guests In My Room prose poem

I know I see these words sitting across the room They look at me, some wait, Few of them are feasting among themselves, and The others waking me up, Pulling me, trying to push me out of bed. And few

My Strength, my Powers

My Strength, my Powers short poem

My strength,my powers I can now do anything, whatever I wish I can even strive conflicting waves of life I will use my power to averse bad things My strength,my powers. I will use my powers to help others I

Foundation Day

Foundation Day short poem

On 11July, 1994 a legacy was born Holding lovely roses without any thorn Lighting many caves which were forever dark; With Cherian, Anandi and Varsha named spark. Though small and fragile earlier in nature She never let any student see

Orbs

Orbs short poem

Multi-colored Orbs before my eyes… what’s going on here, are my eyes just playing tricks on me…well I rub my eyes but they do not disappear I wonder if it’s spirits in despair or the guardians of mine trying to

Writeups

Writeups short poem

Writing may be a passion for me Reading the same may not interest him I do hope he appreciates my write ups But what if he doesn’t even look at my write ? Write ups satisfying self is like eating

Enlivened Debauchery

Enlivened Debauchery prose poem

Beyond a world of chocolates and close bonds is a crossover to strength, screams, shoves, and worn out shoe plates.. strength to part with my system and garner the legitimacy to be counted as a survivor seems possible at every

The Camping Trip

The Camping Trip short poem

The fathers are all crying there is no more beer so they drank the river water now they weep like children and the wives wring their hands talk about amoebas, bacteria the children tend the campfire no one asks them

An Ode To Headphones

An Ode To Headphones ode

Closed back, open back, on ear, over ear I love all varieties of you, Oh dear Sony, phillips, sennheiser or skull candy Congrats dear, you are gettin trendy Ranging from few hundreds to lakhs.. & from light as white to

Urge To Merge

Urge To Merge short poem

My love the urge to merge is great I want to have you to kiss,embrace Let me be frank to be soul associate I consider you my honor and grace I waited for you and still but to wait My

Solidarity

Solidarity short poem

Still talking to a ghost in oblique manner about sexuality. A centuary plant has not bloomed; wants to die. The loincloth covers the ocean floor where it shipwrecked. A fake will do. God was on dialysis. Chemistry of kiss did

Ever working: The Incredible Machine Of Life

Ever working: The Incredible Machine Of Life short poem

Is man standing? Heart throbs. Is man squatting? Heart pulsates. Is man on his knees? Heart beats, even when posture affects the heart- its rhythms never end. In humor heart goes back and forth, in glumness it thrums, in sullenness

Love ~ A Magical Touch

Love ~ A Magical Touch short poem

Lifeless it leaves, once it touches you.. Mistrust discomforts. Nothing can yet be better than this, that is why it is a four letter word, Love. Powerful, oh so powerful, the earth carries it like a fool. Attraction is now

Cigarettes

Cigarettes prose poem

(1) A cigarette is a green tale inside a white coffin; Her shoe is a hat, its end a line of smoke. (2) A cigarette is milk falling from breasts; Mouths are swings hanged on Oedipus complex. (3) A cigar

Paradise

Paradise short poem

So my absentism will prevail over presence; I will talk to you in space between the moments of autumn red when nothing else was moving. In classical pursuit, I straignten the equation and we understand the complexities of life, and

Staying That Way

Staying That Way short poem

So, I came back When emotions gave me a whack, And I fell down, Days of despair began, Which I should have known, Will not go away with any new dawn So I fall down, Waiting for now, And I

My Father Behind The Wheel

My Father Behind The Wheel long poem

My room was the old garage attached to the house festooned with posters and dirty underpants my father’s Mercedes was a sacred relic with a flavor of old leather upholstery. It rested in its own building. there must have been

Planet X

Planet X short poem

Dragon on the rise… battle for the Universe And fire in the sky… trouble for Mercury Trouble for you and me…chaos all around World upside down as the Mountains Crumble to the Seas and the day turns into night Every

All I Remember

All I Remember short poem

Your world collapses A name shies of comeback breaks the water for bare bones unaligned you hunker down for the happenings did not fit in the shoes of black magic it was a damned reversal of the pygmies to become

The Night Owl

The Night Owl long poem

Dark blue sky falls into night, an ever-glowing heart-filled twinkles sparkling with the help of the moon labyrinthine, neatly quintessential resplendence laying heavenly across the sky.. Old wise owl sings inside an old oak tree with orange-yellow red leaves, wind

A Peasant

A Peasant long poem

A peasant They called me a peasant Because I go to bed hungry Not just one night Not two nights Not Three nights But night after night after night They called me a peasant Because I seek food From the

Dark Moon

Dark Moon short poem

The sky turns a darker hue as the storm clouds roll by The pale moon quietly peeps as the earth turns quiet The leaves whimper as the wind passes them by The cold makes him shiver as he makes his

What Am I

What Am I short poem

The air is crisp the clouds are low Nature is speaking its bellowing tone. Wind me, blows me, and lifts me, flutters With reds, yellows, greens and browns Air ward bound, moving ground to ground Picking me up as it

Christmas is Booked

Christmas is Booked long poem

I check the calendar. Oh, there’s lots of time to spare. I don’t know why I worried. I haven’t a care. Two weeks is a lot of time to do most stuff. I am quite sure that two weeks will

North wind

North wind short poem

Oh north wind I can feel you again cause I am a gypsy at heart, take me away this year to a place where people smile where there is no one senile, there is youth and there is hope take

Sleeping Buddha

Sleeping Buddha short poem

Happening? you heave a sigh. In peril, mother of peace? Real threat to ice lingam? the Creator? Falling apart? Cat’s claw was not healing. Where the greens will go? The pods, the seeds? Tara, Tara! come again, we are waiting

Violent End

Violent End short poem

Crush of holy hands on blue skin of a flame was the wet revenge of a withering rose. That defiant streak bursts with knowledge of a sin. White and black, this was me and my unwrapped flesh. Dirty glory of

Ifs’ Of Life

Ifs Of Life short poem

What if I fail? Even if I am on top! What if I stumble? Even if I try! What if I fumble? Even if I practise! What if I surrender? Even if I am learning! What if I terminate? Even

The Quiet Guitarist

The Quiet Guitarist short poem

She rocks the stage with elan Speaking not much with her clan Music her soul her heart Hands always moving like a work of art Strumming with fourths eighths and sixteenths Counting 1234 in patterns of beats Never a count

Lost souls

Lost souls short poem

A river meandering through nowhere a sea with no shore line a boulder on top of a monolith waiting to roll down believers gathered at the bottom waiting for revelation waiting for Gods to speak they took the journey through

Aloneness Of Fire

Aloneness Of Fire short poem

He was asking for, at least, a passive euthanasia. Rage or hostility was giving pain to phantom limbs. Race puts forth, a trembling version of ethnic choice. A piped dream which never took off. On middle of the road a

What She Must Have Kept In Those Eyes Of Hers?

What She Must Have Kept In Those Eyes Of Hers? short poem

Difficult it was To look into her eyes Without getting mine moist. Certainly messy, a refuge in dark glares While bidding adieu. And eyes won’t lie, you know? Eyes, they conceal an ocean Yet, just won’t stay quiet when we

Poetry

Poetry short poem

The moon spends her beauty and wins the hearts of many, The poet spends his heart and makes him free . .

A perfect rendezvous

A perfect rendezvous short poem

My dreams know no boundaries, they brew no fear, they aren’t banished by any legalities nor are blocked by undue formalities. My dreams take me where I want, they let me play and sing a song, they are my only

Winter Is Setting In

Winter Is Setting In short poem

Did you see the leaves fall, the clutter on the roads; all the shades of brown and yellow – the winter would be long this year. I don’t dread the cold, nor do I fear the depressing mornings, brooding afternoons

Moving On

Moving On short poem

Thoughts need collating for fresher start again Midst environs amiable devoid of societal strain Rise above compulsions rewrite afresh the slate Be one with the nucleus in mystical sort of state

Set Of Compromises

Set Of Compromises short poem

I took birth without desire I paved my way from every fire What is life, a dream in dreams Naked fire like fiery beams Life is nothing but a set of roses Desperately opens and desperately closes Through all this

Gum

Gum short poem

From birth you are given a role many would deem inhumane You are forced into clothes and put to work for selfish men One day you are chosen to fulfil your duty Even though your obligation will change you into

A Devil’s Hunger

A Devils Hunger short poem

A night when the moon was at its highest peak The dead flesh of man made the forest reek, The thing that killed them already fled leaving the forest painted red; The deed was done by a man with a