Salim R Javed
I am a student.I am from ladakh. I love nature and belive that nature can teach us more than any teacher and its knowledge is lot more than we find in books and laboratory.........being a writer is my aim, poetry is my passion, i know i am a not perfect in it but i believe in trying......and i know i will become a writer one day... more »
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Salim R Javed Poems
She is now a grown up girl.
A little spark that i saw, From ladakh she came; A spark that shone and smiled, Through a dense and dark frame,
What Is Death
Death is real, So don't flirt with suicide, Death may be painful, Stay away from knives.
Meet my love as Anna
I am Anna and Anna is I. You cannot tell me how and why; She dwells in me, I dwell in her, Together we dwells above the star.
I Define My Yestreen Dream In A Quatrain...
My lips upon thy lips, My hands upon thy hips, Its a heavenly love that we are in, We are perfoming the holy sin...
I feel you every sec and I can't do anything dont know why, You so good, But I ain't ever seen your smile, You are with a guy that's find you, nothing in this world.
A story in form of poetry. titled: Monk ...
Once there was a young man, Enjoying his driving in his van, Alas! his van damaged near a monastry, He came out of van on count of three.
Love I Am In Pain
Long, long every night, Boring my every tomorrow, What to be delight, I am on bed of sorrow.
Agonies Of Pain
My heart is filled wid' full of woe, Oh! My love No gratification on earth or below, Oh! My love
Ballad On Broken Heart
Love upon your curly hair, Love upon your smile, Fly as you drank the very air, Your sweet perfumed for while.
Miss U My Loving Sister
Oh! Ye the flying birds, Just be a courier for today, Apprise a brother words, For his lovely sisters today.
Ballad On Love And Death
In love, her feeling words cant explain, Then truth in a while finally appear, Her face may show dimple or smile, But the result of affection is a tear,
Conversation b/w me and my sweet mom
Being away from mom is most painful thing Mom its such a lonely room, Sad was I, I did cried, May be narrow but a lovely room,
You Cannot Separate Us.
No cruel fate can bid us apart, How much mighty whatever it be, You always remain in my heart, Nothing can seperate you from me.
Lets Enjoy Our Life
O' ye the cop of your life, Prisoned in the pokey of thy flesh, Dont you feel tedious, O'er your being a serf.
Quotationsmore quotations »
''A gun is never a bad weapon, until a bad person holds it.''When a gun is in hand of a good person, he will never misuse it, but at the same point if it's in a hand of bad the result of all the logic is tear.
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She is now a grown up girl.
A little spark that i saw,
From ladakh she came;
A spark that shone and smiled,
Through a dense and dark frame,
A gem it well might be,
No spark could shine so fair,
The baby is now grown;
My eyes are stuck by glare.