Section: «Poems»
Verse (ancient Greek ὁ στίχος — row, structure), a term in versification used in several meanings:
artistic speech organized by division into rhythmically commensurate segments; poetry in the narrow sense; in particular, it implies the properties of versification of a particular tradition ("antique verse", "Akhmatova's verse", etc.);
a line of poetic text organized according to a certain rhythmic pattern ("My uncle of the most honest rules").
He Walks With Breaths
He wraps timeAnd space and substanceHe creates stonesAnd souls and plantsHe stays in heavensAnd hearts and neutronsHe walks with breathsAnd thoughts..
© Muhammad Ali
Unsaid
I can't pen nothing...Nothing may be mediumHow can I convey!When silence is the sum...
© Muhammad Ali
This Can't Be Fate
I can't leaveFor goodSome thingsI hateHow to escapeBut this prisonSoul in a bodyNo window or gateI wish a momentBreathing presenceI lived an ageDate..
© Muhammad Ali
Tear
Ageless daysOn the surfaceWhen it stays.Sunset hidesDown the cheekWhen it slides.Shh.. hope sleepsEyes can't helpHeart weeps weeps
© Muhammad Ali
Limit Of Wish
Up to the skiesFrom these landsThe world I findThrough my eyesCan I packAll in my hands!If I were blindI would wish...How much black!
© Muhammad Ali
I Remember
I had passionPassion and emotionsIn the bloodI had dreamsDreams and wordsLike a floodOnce they departedThen I knewThey were guestsI had poemsPoems..
© Muhammad Ali
Life!
O this life...A river of painBreathing beingsCan have no brink...All I learnedHow to sink!
© Muhammad Ali
Destination
He is there...No way to approachfor senses or mindNo way I havein my dreamsHow can I reach,where He is!
© Muhammad Ali
Throw Some Seeds (Ghazal)
Throw some seedsLives are weedsEvery one shoutsNo one heedsWords are flowersThorns are deedsGesture, when hurtsInner self bleedsHope or..
© Muhammad Ali
Sometimes Puppet Talks
I am aloneAs one two three!Or we have an aimIn greater unity!We are unknownWe never saw YouStrange are pathsAnd wounds are true...How much we madeA..
© Muhammad Ali
Jungle...
Mind is like a treeQuestions are leavesThere are thorns on a treeThere are flowersLeaves become pale in the autumnFlowers may shed!... or be..
© Muhammad Ali
How I Became Poor
A poor little girlwith other poor kidsplaying in garbage...I was seeingand thinkingabout herand my babyand their innocence...Through a distanceshe..
© Muhammad Ali
Sometimes Puppet Mumbles
No path... Such pathsI walk, I runStrings are lifeLife is funNo color, such colorsI see, I markStrings are lifeLife is darkNo word, such wordsI..
© Muhammad Ali
In Hearts He Is
Beyond all times.He stays.The space,and age,or pace,or sound,all life,and dreams,or thoughts,or waves.The world is bound.as He says...
© Muhammad Ali
Love Me If You Can!
Love me, if you can!Love the hell, I have created!Love my misfortunes!Love the ugly face of hatred...That I used to dreamAll my afternoonsLove the..
© Muhammad Ali
Dimensions
I become paleleaving my treefalling to groundI love my life...I am so hardstaying on the roadheavy bodies passing over meI am not crackingI love my..
© Muhammad Ali
Thoughts And Me
One...Though, there are scenes in billionIf every eye can read the slogan!Two...I am to live within all of you!O God, if my dream comes true!..
© Muhammad Ali
O Great God!
O Great God! Treat those moments...A man laughs when...eyes filled with tears! !O Great God! Treat those moments...A man feels fear when...another is..
© Muhammad Ali