poetry

Poem: Complimented and Completed
Poem: Complimented and Completed 1920 1200 Nadir Keval

I am a man who loves his solitude,
But after having met you,
I can’t enjoy being alone
Unless it’s with you.
You have become a part of me;
The spirit of my soul,
The spark in my mind,
The energy in my body,
And the beat within my heart.
So, to be a man without you,
is to be a man who simply exists.
To be a man with you,
is to be a man who truly lives.
I have not fallen.
I have not been smitten.
I have simply been blessed.
As you being a part of my being,
is the epitome of my mantra:
“Simplicity with a dash of elegance.”

Copyright © Nadir Keval

Poem: True Beauty
Poem: True Beauty 2560 1703 Nadir Keval

They ask me,
“What makes her so beautiful?”

I say,
“Her soul.”

They ask,
“But what of her appearance?”

I say,
“It is given value through her soul.”

They ask,
“What of her mind?”

I say,
“It is but a nomad guided by her soul.”

They ask,
“And what of her faith?”

I say,
“Ah, now that is the question.
It is the water and the sun that nourishes her soul.
It is the strength that flows truth to her ever-loving heart.
It is the soul of her soul.”

They ask,
“Then what matters to you most?”

I smile,
“That her faith be her purpose,
her constant epiphany,
and the essence of her happiness.”

Copyright © Nadir Keval

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

Quote: The Most Beautiful Rose
Quote: The Most Beautiful Rose 1536 2048 Nadir Keval

“I’m beginning to learn that it is often the most beautiful of roses that acts as our greatest test of patience, as it works up the courage and confidence to bloom, not knowing the potential it holds.” – Nadir Keval

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Poem: Wind
Poem: Wind 1280 800 Nadir Keval

The winds rush through the trees,
swift and driven.
They often say little,
but sometimes are deafening.
Their impact always remains,
but we only see their wrath,
never seeing their blessings.
They seem to exist simply to shift and sway,
leaving distraught anything that comes in their way.

The winds flow through the trees,
calm and smitten.
They break weak branches,
and sacrifice their fluidity,
to protect those who depend on the strength of trees.
The coolness they bring on a hot summer’s day,
and the seeds they carry
to help continue the cycle of life,
if often unseen or forgotten.
By the will and generosity of God,
they are what connect nature’s life and death.

The wind is like the love we experience in life,
sometimes it breaks us, sometimes it leaves us light.
Regardless of if it comes,
or if it leaves,
love and wind bless us,
with their existence and ease.
Imagine how it would be,
if you would simply love…
no reservations, expectations,
or reciprocation needed.
You would become like the wind.
Not everyone will embrace you.
Sometimes you may intimidate.
But, when the thoughtful and sincere,
take their moment to breathe,
they will feel your presence,
and all the bliss it brings.

Copyright © Nadir Keval

Poem: I am happy
Poem: I am happy 2000 1500 Nadir Keval

Today, I wanted to yell out to the world,
“I AM HAPPY!”
But I refrained,
because I knew that there existed beings
who felt inclination and satisfaction
in seeking out my every smile,
and tearing it into so many pieces,
that it would take me another series of sleepless
and tear-filled nights,
trying to piece it together again.

You see, the thing that was interesting about these people,
was that they would tell me to be my best.
They would say that I should take hold of my life,
and go after what I believed would make me happy.
Then, as though they were waiting for me,
to hand them the gun that would puncture
and burst open my heart,
they would tell me that by living for me,
and seeking out happiness
instead of taking on more responsibilities,
was an act of selfish arrogance and being inconsiderate.

I’ve heard people say that misery loves company,
but it’s beginning to get crowded.
The world is filled with unhappy people,
and I’m here, trying to break through the barrier.
I love to meet people, even for the first time,
giving them my smile, even if it’s only mine.
The reason being because I know what it’s like,
to want happiness, but to be reminded that life is strife.
So maybe, just maybe,
my smile, as crooked and as simple as it may be,
could cause a crack in a world of hardened hearts,
to share a moment,
a mere moment,
of happy.

Today, and every day onwards,
I will remind myself to be happy.
Because I have learned that there is no purpose in worries,
or letting the harshness of others get to me,
when I accept not my fate,
but the fact that God is always with me.

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: Poetry I Cannot Write
Poem: Poetry I Cannot Write 1024 768 Nadir Keval

She is the poetry I cannot write.
My pencil refuses to touch the paper.
My thoughts begin to wander in fear,
That I may think too deeply,
And become engulfed in her.

She is the poetry I cannot write.
Her description is too sweet for my lips to hold.
She is, without doubt, the perfect imperfection.
As she is designed in ways that can only make her as unique as she.

She is the poetry I cannot write.
I lower my head out of respect,
As I am still not worthy to lay eyes on her.
Till then, I will prepare to be ready, and God will help me.

She is the poetry I cannot write.
I try my best, but my imagination can only do so much.
And now, I sit in patience,
until the day comes that I am inspired.

Copyright © Nadir Keval

Poem: She’s Not Perfect
Poem: She’s Not Perfect 1218 766 Nadir Keval

I often hear people in love,
as they speak about the ones they love.
They say odd things,
spouting out heavy words,
as though they are weightless.
“Perfection.”
“Flawless.”

The one I love?
Well, she’s none of those things.
She’s not perfect.
She’s not flawless.
She’s human.

See, she has thing about her,
an appeal that I can’t seem to understand.
She can be stubborn at times,
over the oddest of things
(but don’t tell her I said that,
otherwise she’ll eat me alive).
But, I love that about her.
Her stubbornness makes her a fighter…
in the good way, as her nature makes me want to be better.
When she is stubborn,
she makes me giggle – yes, me giggle…
but sometimes, she makes me furious.
Both because she becomes so passionate,
that nothing can stop her until she gets what she wants.
But, I intend on being her greatest feat of stubbornness,
as I, too, am made up of imperfections.
And it is together, that we make perfect.

At times, she’s indecisive.
Oh, how indecisive.
It flusters me often,
as I am very quick to decide,
and once I’m convinced,
it takes a lot to push me aside.

I guess that makes me stubborn too.

Her, she is indecisive,
and stubborn – a deadly combination.
But, I love that about her.
I like to watch as she tries to figure things out.
I sometimes imagine her scrunching up her nose,
thinking and coming up with ideas,
and sometimes coming up with nothing
more than a deeper confusion.

You see, I’m not perfect either.
Of that, I can assure you.
I try to be the best I can,
but in the end, I remain human.
But, I have an objective.
A goal, a vision.
To be the one that can relieve her.
The one who untangles her mind
when over thinking leaves her in knots.
The one who, when I am the cause of distraught,
can embrace the opportunity to make her feel better.

And why do I hold this objective?
Because she does these same things for me,
whether she knows it or not,
even when sometimes, she causes these knots.

But, she’s worth it.

Now, I won’t claim the expected,
that our imperfections make us perfect for each other.
The fact is, we’re both a mess.
We’re imperfect.
We’re flawed.
We’re human.
There may even be someone out there,
for each of us,
that might be “perfect”
on paper,
or in the thoughts of others.

But, what makes us,
is that despite all of that,
we love one another.

Copyright © Nadir Keval
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