Traveler with no address – Poetry by Saudi Arabian Poet
Naser Alshaikh Ahmed, who studied in USA, is a bilingual poet as writes poetry in Arabic and English
Naser AlShaikh Ahmed
Naser AlShaikh Ahmed is a Saudi Arabian poet who writes poetry in Arabic and English. He went to school at Sonoma State University in California, USA. Although his field of study is a way far from literature but his soul is immersed in poetry and writing. He is a member of All Poetry.com, Soul asylum Poetry Radio, IPF- Anthology Publishing. Poets Without Borders, Voracious Polyglots. He has translated from English to Arabic several poetries work for poets from USA, Japan and Australia and published his translation in local journals. He has published one poetry book in Arabic (العرافة، ara’fa) in 2013 by Arabian house for science and publishing.
Traveler with no address
Let us engrave our names in the air
While the water dances upon the star
We will carol, sing, and laugh
And bound our souls like a never parting pair.
Love keeps me awake and feel high
I see it as a mist on your ripen lips
For that longing shall never die.
Beautiful wishes flock to my mind
As it craves, it extends so deep
It seems like kisses, like dreams
And like arms containing me gently and kind.
Love runs in my veins transparent as a glass
And my heart is yearning for you
I am a traveler with no address
And you are my identity and my pass.
On the banks of the night
I am like a butterfly attracted by the light.
Spreads and entices me with love
Whispers are referring to desire
As your eyes glitter with passion
Like grains tempting a dove.
A hole in the maze
Can the truth trickle against the wall of love?
Can the violets raise her heart over the hills…
To reveal her hidden secrets?
She laid her head on my shoulder while I was running my fingers through her silky hair
Imagine how the mind could be in the state of an illusion.
My night had gone crazy like a fire in a forest.
Words flew when I was trying to feel them
And a fountain of speech ran through my mouth.
I prepared my tricks to fool my imaginations.
Pretended to walked on threads of fortune like an adventurer
And rock the ascenders as an inspiration.
I had nothing in my childhood to be extorted.
Except for a clay board
And a ray of light that comes out shining when I
Lonely tears descended from my eyes
I spun from the dizziness effects
And as she vintage my despair
I broke free by a hole in the maze.
The Saudi Arabian poet has been introduced to Sindh Courier by Stefania Miola, who is an eminent Poetess, Art Critic and Journalist from Italy. Since 2015, her three books have been published – “One sky – the only true one”, “Violets in the Desert” and “The scent of the white rabbit”. All books are awarded nationally and internationally. Her several poems are present in anthologies of various publishing houses.