About Me
- Maya Nadeem
- Carving out a path that is my own through the hilarity of the sacred profanities of life I merge into chaos and order, finding the inner balance within.
Friday, December 14, 2012
Sunday, December 9, 2012
Teardrops
Rainlike teardrops
leave crystalline tracks
down the soft curves of her face
as she watches
her dreams cascade
into manifestations
cupping reality
in their loving embrace.
leave crystalline tracks
down the soft curves of her face
as she watches
her dreams cascade
into manifestations
cupping reality
in their loving embrace.
Wednesday, October 10, 2012
The Illusion
The illusion beckons at you to
come,
play
with the shadows
that sway
under the hooded shade of twilight
come,
play
with the shadows
that sway
under the hooded shade of twilight
Sunday, August 26, 2012
A Love Story.
"I don't need to know you
to remember that you and I are one."
said Mother Moon to Father Sun
"I have stood beside you
since matter burst forth from the black void explosively
and light embraced darkness with tender tenacity,"
Friday, May 25, 2012
The Celestial Invitation
In my vigil of gazing into the moon's soul
I watch destiny's path before me unfold
I watch destiny's path before me unfold
Thursday, March 15, 2012
Paradise Found
For hours my imagination and you
toy around
exploring long forgotten caves,
marveling at stories narrated by ancient tribes,
more artful than the brushstroke
administered by the pen of an embittered scribe
toy around
exploring long forgotten caves,
marveling at stories narrated by ancient tribes,
more artful than the brushstroke
administered by the pen of an embittered scribe
Wednesday, February 29, 2012
The Artlessness of War
Peace was the antidote
Love, the ruthless price for each war invoked
A plume of smoke fitfully arose,
clouds burnt black
inhaling dreams
haunted by vengeful demons now evoked
Love, the ruthless price for each war invoked
A plume of smoke fitfully arose,
clouds burnt black
inhaling dreams
haunted by vengeful demons now evoked
Thursday, February 2, 2012
The Sense of an Ending
Inspired by the book 'The Night Circus' by Erin Morgenstern
The sense of an ending
may be discerned
within the world contained
in that single, lone teardrop
which tenderly caresses your cheekbone
as it sets off
in the direction of your beating heart
The sense of an ending
may be discerned
within the world contained
in that single, lone teardrop
which tenderly caresses your cheekbone
as it sets off
in the direction of your beating heart
Monday, January 30, 2012
Hope Springs Eternal
Each poem became a love letter,
delicately crafted through blood and tears,
laughter and fears
Each word carefully hand-picked,
painstakingly writ
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