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:
- I Say My Prayers -new-
- I Name It -new-
- My Demanding -new-
- I See The Heart -new-
- I Take Shape -new-
- City Swallowed -new-
- The Assured Numbers -new-
- Paper Shredded -new-
- Everybody Knows -new-
- My Doctor’s Pursuit -new-
- False Actors -new-
- The Divine Hour -new-
- Masters Of The Stars -new-
- Poorer Ways -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.
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.
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.
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 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.
Stones of the future are like diamonds, Glistening in the moonlight of our wishes; Youth will be harder still until the world has ended, My hard stones are like a conquest of a kingdom,
Hastened by the cold is winter dealing swiftly with denial, Hatred forces mildly, hinting at mortuaries, and graves. Heaving in tatters, filling the ambition, having awkward goals, When does heaven display a folding and sorting of goals?
You have one of the weakest minds on show,
Your breath is over the normal power and offer,
Relentless is description of the above,
And I doubt forever the picture in love.
Keys to the city are too many to see and hear,
I love the colours and I like them always here.
The birds will fly and depart once more only,
And now never return as I can certainly.