Bhat Naieem

2015-04-20 12:00 am

Whenever i open
My wallet
And have a glance
Of your angelic brow
I gaze and gaze
And keep gazing,

Floods rise
In my eyes
My heart overflows
Emotions and pain,
Deep inside, cold wind 
Of need and desire blows,

And the flashes
Of all past memories
Conquere
My mind,
And my emotions
flow thru my pen

So, I'm caging
The days
Of your gracefullness
And my heart 
In the immortal 
words of my poem 

And after centuries
While they
Read me
They will see
You Beatiful 
And young ,

For my heart 
And my 
Words 
Would never
Let you 
Grow grey

Bhat Naieem 
All Rights Reserved

Gord

2015-04-03 12:00 am

Voice 3:
Forgive and forget,
Tear and set,
Vie and vet, 
Live and let.
Yet, This I forgive?
I will not set my own bones,
I wish to ride stone to Set.
Ptolemaic as it may be,
I pray for death.


Voice 2:
I pray for rain,
Simple as it may seem,
It delays the contrary,
It is all it should be.
Love as loved same,
Wish not for pain,
Wish for the gods to delay it.
Fish not for enemy graves,
Fish for a handshake sentient.

Voice 3:
The bastard dies regardless.
King, czar of inaction ardent.

Gord

2015-04-01 12:00 am

Belief being atheistic,
Aesthetics being belief; 
Life of an ironic,
The bloody icon;
Procession of mighty parapets.
Discussion of architect high,
Feminism of the mind, body high.