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When the Pen runs dry

when the pen runs dry and the call to Muse is canceled by indifference the return is slow
each word squeezed of juicethe only way to grasp the magic is to toll in the stony fields among the rustic ruins of struggle hoping the voice returnsand fingers fly to keep pace

Tuesday, May 25, 2010

Sex without Love


What is sex without love at its core
It is not as pleasant or as pure
It is simply lusting
Nothing more

What is sex with love running deep
It is a memory to cherish and keep
It is heartwarming
A victorious leap

Sex without love is terribly disturbing
To the mind of me
Sex without love is not enticing
Not at all to me

Monday, May 24, 2010

Baby Steps


A foal is born, awash in dampness
Kissed by the miracle of life
Rises up shakily; unknowing, unsure
One step, then two, moving forward
Stumbling back
Toward nothingness
And then, suddenly, sees the light
Ahead and knows, instinctively knows
That there, right there
Is freedom, wholeness, healing—
And getting there might be slow
But get there she will
With baby steps

ކުއަންޓިޓީ ސާރވޭ ޓްރެއިނިންގ ޕްރޮގްރާމް ފެށިއްޖެ

ޒުވާނުންނަށް ވަޒީފާގެ ފުރުޞަތު ތަނަވަސްކޮސްދިނުމަށާއި، މަސައްކަތްތެރިކަމަށް އަހުލުވެރިކުރުމުގެ ގޮތުން ޓިވެޓް ޕްރޮގްރާމްގެ އެހީލިބިގެން ޖުވެނައިލް އިން ކުރިޔަށް ގެންދާ ކުއަންޓިޓީ ސާވޭ ޓްރެއިނިންގ ޕްރޮގްރާމް ފެށުމުގެ ރަސްމިއްޔާތު 20 މެއި 2010 (ބުރާސްފަތި) ދުވަހުގެރޭ 9:00 ގައި ނޫރާނީ ޕްރީ ސްކޫލުގައި ވަނީ ބޭއްވިފައެވެ. ޖުމްލަ 35 ބައިވެރިން ބައިވެރިވާ މިޕްރޮގްރާމް ގައި ކިޔަވައިދެއްވަނީ މިދާއިރާއިން މަތީ ތަޢުލީމް ޙާޞިލްކުރައްވާފައިވާ އަދި މިހާރުވެސް މިފަދަ ޕްރޮގްރާމްތައް ހިންގަމުންގެންދާ ފަރާތެކެވެ. ޖުވެނައިލްގެ އިދާރީ އޮފީސް ނައިފަރު ރިސޯސް ސެންޓަރު (އެން.އާރު.ސީ) ގެ ހޯލުގައި 2 ޝެޝަނަކަށް ބަހައިލައިގެން ކުރިޔަށްގެންދާ މިޓްރެއިނިންގ ޕްރޮގްރާމް މިހިނގާ މެއި އަދި ޖޫންމަހު ކުރިޔަށްދާނެއެވެ.

I Tried To Love You

I tired to love you
lord knows I did
but you pushed me away
hurt me more than words could ever say
I done everything I could
everything I thought would
make you happy
but I guess I was wrong
cause now here I am setting at the bar
listening to this hurting song
about love gone wrong
drinking beer after beer
crying tear after tear
wishing you were here
tell me what did I say
to make you walk away
what did I do
for you to leave me so blue
baby tell me where did our love go?

Absent Heart

The memory runs hot when ere I walk
On foot-worn paths oft traveled in my youth;
Eyes shut, but still with vision as the hawk,
Images flood the brain, can't paint the truth
In rosy hues. Not able to connect
With pleasant happenings that surely were
A part of childhood, time cannot correct
The wrongs done to a child. He was not there,
As growing up, the learning of the ways
Of a difficult world weighed down the soul
Of a troubled boy given to displays
Of sadness, loneliness, heart less than whole.
In pain of wanting more, a young boy cried,
But he who brought him out would run and hide.

Sunday, May 23, 2010

Renewal

The mirror shattered with my heart,
as long nights alone swept past me
and the promise of the kiss died
in a blaze of futility.

There is a new mirror before me,
and my grip on reality grows thin
as hope drops me into the sea
and I swim, swim, and swim again.

Tell me now:

"It is never too late to hear
that love has not yet died
before it had a chance to sway
under the passionate embrace.

"It is never too late, again,
this day, as it was years ago
when our lips could not feel
the pulse under our flesh."

I choose to believe in you, now.

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It is a day
A day for you
To be what you
Want
To be alone
And find something
New
You can choose
To dwell
On what is missing
Or learn to be happier
On your own
To learn
To be by yourself
So when you meet
Someone new
You don't react
In fear
And take just
What you can get
Instead of what
You want

FREE TO LOVE

Here in the eyes of my mind
Here in the soul of my mind
Here in the heart of my mind
This is where we meet
This is where we love
This is my life
and its good...

FREE ME

Knowing you was brief
Understanding you was easy
Falling in lust with you was never an option
But now it's time to free me
I am not your therapist
I am not your lover
I am not your go between
I cannot take any more sadness
You know I love you honey
But it's TIME YOU LET GO!!!!

Mohamed Nishaam

Adv.Cert. In Building Construction, FET
Project Management. PSA
Supervisory Management, PSA
Land Surveying, MCPI
Quantity Surveying, MCPI
Civil Works Procurement, UNDP
Building Designer, AutoCad.
Disaster risk management NIDM (india)