Biography of Naveed Akram
I am called a poet and also a learner of other people's poems. I read extensively, with an enthusiasm for fantasy role-playing, and science-fiction. I write in these genres.
By the way I beckon you to my new published book, 'My Thoughts', a general poetry book that may enlighten you.
Naveed Akram's Works:
- Gnostics In The Face -new-
- I Fall In My Purse -new-
- Chills Of A Star -new-
- A Man Departs -new-
- I See Angels -new-
- Highest Cities -new-
- Singing Is A Virtue -new-
- The Road Of Men -new-
- Sudden Walls -new-
- Gentle And Sweet -new-
- I Wondered About Tears -new-
- Sway Of The Self -new-
- Knowing One -new-
- Birds Of Praise -new-
Naveed Akram Poems
For Every Storm
For every storm there is a room And find the palace now, From deserts are a tomb and gloom, Where clothes must just allow.
To slump and slay shall be the decision, To get the rest needs rest itself, as the basket Is carried by the limped workers. Sleep pokes at you from the higher reaches,
With other people the system collapses, She heard the dialling tone confirming that; One phone demands a tragedy, And the other phone a remedy.
“ghosts Are For The Telling”
Ghosts are for the telling, We call them experts and impressive, As more of them appear from the woods.
Taste Of Food
In food is a certain quality of taste, May they abstain and be erased. For food manages my godly life, Just as the fish manage with strife.
I live among the world’s animals, Unlike them, I stare and gaze at the stars; I love the animals inhabiting this planet Like the stars that shine in the galaxy.
A Big Present
A thick present is like a book, It is opened for the look And wades in for the kill, Plenty of crime is in being ill.
The Animal And The Plant
The animal has a name of wonder, A plant may never attack a wonder, For the body of an animal is taking the plant, And bodies are getting bigger
Learn My Farce
You must not learn ugliness, When it peeps, and you peep. The drug for my anatomy is plain, Show this character a disease.
The Brown Bear
Into the brown bear was the bullet, Passing through as if adequate. It was a Kodiak bear, in Alaska, Opening too much, clever as a comma,
A Couple Needs Space
Force the two of them, a couple of travellers, To seek the ends of the universe, In search of treasure that is appealing, The very jewels most sparkling and bright like stars.
A volume speaks of divine actions and rigorous mathematics Of the soul as a light of heaven. A book reads of writing and matter of energy, of work And the studies binding us in flames and ruination, of pleasure.
A Blow Of Cruelty
Many do interest their talents, Whilst some do sacrifice their life. Many do automatically pull the punch, When others just receive the blow.
Some of us will hurt of the inferior people,
Any of the people whose violence is solid,
And very many years are forgotten of summer,
And so much has everything in spring,
And so many have a generation in winter,
Because the Autumn is superior.