fantasy

Poem: Struck By An Arrow
Poem: Struck By An Arrow 960 854 Nadir Keval

There is that simple moment,
When a man sees the woman he fancies,
Open her eyes with a smile in her heart,
Hoping she is thinking of him.

She turns a light pink,
As the tips of her lips
Reach for the skies,
And her smile makes the moonlight
Seem like it’s shine isn’t too bright.

This is the dream I hold deep in my heart,
To have as my truth and my fantasy.
She is like an arrow through my heart,
Except unlike cupid,
She’s a dream turned reality.

I do pray that one day,
I could show her my all,
And let her see that my words,
Are my lesser quality,
As my actions will prove,
That I will always try
my best to be worthy
Of her
And her family.

God-willing, one day,
We will find our way,
And our families will love
Each other as though
they were part of each others’ destiny.

I will pray and pray,
And ask Him to guide us.
So we can see
If we should be
Each others’ passports
To a Heavenly Eternity.

Copyright © Nadir Keval

Poem: Unmet Dream
Poem: Unmet Dream 1600 1145 Nadir Keval

I miss her
I don’t know why.
I don’t know how.
I just miss her.

I’ve dreamt of our wedding day.
I’ve had nightmares that she was taken from me.
I’ve imagined taking her out,
romancing her,
loving her,
watching her smile.
I’ve imagined us having disagreements,
and trying to find a solution,
only to find that the only way that made sense,
was living and loving,
to make each other happy.

I’ve spent my entire life preparing to be hers.
I’ve felt the serenity of wrapping my arms around her.
One hand between her shoulders,
holding her close to me,
One hand on the small of her back,
reminding her that I will always support her.

I’ve lived a life fulfilling my dreams,
but she is one dream I need
to step out of my thoughts,
and become my reality.
I do miss her, this is true,
but the bittersweet truth is,
I still have yet to meet her.

Copyright © Nadir Keval

Poem: Daydreaming
Poem: Daydreaming 1398 1184 Nadir Keval

This has been a journey,
like none I’ve ever faced before.
Yet, all this time I didn’t know,
that every moment was a new opportunity.

I spent so many years searching,
trying to find my purpose.
But, never did I see
that I have flourished,
even when it seemed like I had perished.

Life put me through its seasons,
breaking me down,
and bringing me up again.
Every moment,
every challenge,
given to me to live out my dreams.

I’ve been living a dream,
a blessing if I’ve ever seen one.
But, like with every dream,
we crisscross between reality and fantasy.

My life has been a constant battle,
fighting the expected
against the desired.
The challenge to be a dreamer,
trying to be stable,
flowing in balance with the winds of freedom,
is far more than any journey.
It’s an adventure
filled with misdemeanors,
as everyone expects you to stick to reality.

My purpose was found in those ruins,
the grounds of life painted
with the death of norms and expectations.
I have learned that to live out my dreams,
I must embrace the crossing paths,
of fantasies and reality.
Only then will I find my way
paving my path,
brick by brick,
painting it with what I have earned,
happiness, confidence,
and my daydream turned reality.

Copyright © Nadir Keval

Poem: Coming To Be
Poem: Coming To Be 1024 768 Nadir Keval

How many times have I called you,
When you were away?
Trying to find new ways
Everyday
To make you see
How much you mean to me?

Once a year, the world celebrates valentines day,
But I want to celebrate you everyday.
I’ll make sure your every day will be
Like an unforgettable dream.
One that you wouldn’t want to believe
In fear of being too good to be true,
For how can anyone love anyone as much as I love you?

We’ve met a few times before,
In dreams and prayers,
But never in person.
It remains a disappointment to me
That our chemistry hasn’t yet seen that breeze,
That’s meant to spark our evident lover’s decree.

I believe that you and me
Are meant to defy gravity
Soaring through the skies we come to see,
That there’s a special cloud 9 made just for you and me.

Now I know all this sounds metaphorical,
But what if I told it’s how I felt?
That moment that I lay eyes on you,
I pinched myself, doubting that my dream may have come true.

See, long ago, I had a vision,
A fantasy of what you’d be like.
With no need for any type of addition,
To your image, to your heart, to your person.

I can still recall,
The beginning of my heart’s fall.
You walked by,
No notice or sign,
That you’d be that one for me.
You were so elegant,
No makeup, simple clothing.
But you seemed the most precious,
When I saw your smile.
I knew then that I was smitten,
This was the girl.
The one I’d spend my life with.
The one I’d cherish every moment with.
All that remained, was finding out how we’d come to be each other’s blessings…

Copyright © Nadir Keval

Poem: Epitomy of Happy
Poem: Epitomy of Happy 1024 768 Nadir Keval

She’s the epitomy of beauty,
Brings dreams of happiness
From the depths of fantasy,
Into a reality.
She appeals to my every attribute,
Makes me feel like my love’s the truth.
She has the smile of an angel,
You’ll see innocence in her every angle.
She’s the epitomy of beauty,
In more than just the physical,
But in her soul’s purity,
Making me fall in love with her daily.
The day I met her, I fell into a daze,
And since then, my feelings have become,
More than just a phase.
There’s things about her that I love,
And there’s thing I could do without.
But this woman’s everything I could ever ask for,
It’d be an insult to ask God for any more.
He’s sent me my own guardian,
To love and cherish me,
Without any hurting.
Now, I’m praying for the courage, to maybe,
Ask her to become my lady,
By blessing me even more,
And saying yes when I ask if she’d marry me.
I dream of days when we could start a family,
With children we would adore.
A daughter just like her
And a son, whose love for us is unconditional.
Baby, will you help me,
In finding reason to smile?
‘cause all I need to be satisfied with life,
is the chance to be your husband and make you my wife.

Copyright © Nadir Keval

Poem: Reunite
Poem: Reunite 1600 1200 Nadir Keval

What about you?
What about me?
What about us?
They tore us apart,
In ways that would make it impossible to get back in touch.
They told us that we were never meant to be,
So many times, they pierced us with these words.
Love, though these words meant nothing to us,
Perhaps their prayers to separate us,
Came to be because they were so many.
Every person we thought loved us,
Turned their backs and said,
“Learn to love what’s reality,
and stop living in some fantasy.
You are not meant for each other,
You have so many differences.”
But how could they…?
How could they remove us from ourselves?
They said that because of superficial matters,
Things for which they thought we deserved battles,
We were not meant to be.
Age, race, pasts and so-called mistakes.
Things we had no choice over.
Is it our fault one of us was born too early or too late?
Is it our fault one’s skin is dark and the other’s is light?
What’s past is past, we are looking to our future.
And mistakes don’t exist, merely lessons to learn from.
But, I guess their prayers to rid us of each other paid off.
They say sincerity is what makes a dream come true.
And though our marriage was our prayers coming through,
Theirs trumped ours.
And now, I stand at your grave,
And can’t do anything more than
ask God to reunite us in Heaven one day.

Copyright © Nadir Keval

Poem: Fantastic
Poem: Fantastic 1218 714 Nadir Keval

What happens to a man,
When he sits back and thinks
About how he was living just fine,
Till she came in and made his life fantastic?
I thought time and time again,
That I’d wait to find that perfect one.
People told me she was non-existent,
But i knew, that if i truly believed, she would come.

Do you know the feeling,
That leaves you blinded,
And thinking that you’ve been jaded?
See, though she remains merely a thought,
I wonder sometimes what’s pulling me towards her.
She still does not have a face,
Nor does she have a name…
Then why?
Why am I so intrigued by someone that I’ve never met?

I haven’t seen her,
But I know she’s beautiful.
I haven’t spoken to her,
But I know her voice is my personal symphony.
I haven’t looked into her eyes,
But I know they are the one place I can never allow to bear tears.
She fulfills my fantasy.
Fantastic
She beautifies my reality.
See how I just lost my rhythm?
Who needs it, when her melody keeps me floating smoothly.

Where is she?
She is where.
She’s got me tongue twisted,
Lost in the words i search for,
Trying to find anything worthy of describing her.
Maybe I should just keep praying,
Cause though many girls have come,
I’m still waiting, striving,
And trusting that she will appear,
When I become worthy of her,
She becomes worthy of me,
And we make Perfect together.

Copyright © Nadir Keval
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