MY NAME IS ASAD AND I’LL BE SHARING MY
Poems,
Prose &
Ideas.
Dive right in!
A brief
introduction
I used to write and I enjoyed seeing my thoughts take form. I lost it though, that urge to write. Other things compelled me elsewhere.
As I turn 40, I wish to balance my passions and start writing again.
Hopefully this act of putting my past work online will inspire me to be; more of me, more than me and write!
All the
latest
I publish periodically. Poems from my past, essays inspired by current events & unfinished thoughts that slip through.
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Last week, an early reader sent me feedback that stopped me cold. They'd meticulously analyzed my manuscript, pointing out where my predictions about AI...
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There's a shift happening. Can you feel it? Every morning, I wake up to a world that moves a little faster than the day...
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They dream no more! Of change, of greatness They heed no more! Wails and cries They feel no more! The shifting tide They hear...
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The un-spoken words, the language of love, flying fancies, dreams of a new life, childish desires that might just survive a river of hate...
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There was a time when water was like nectar and the sky was the bluest blue. The storms in the desert looked as if...
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Birth I am the reason, the cause and the song, I am the light and the dark, I am the moon and the star....
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What is right and what is wrong? I have seen the sword kill and save. Inspire my hand so that I can achieve the...
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Come to my aid o’ prince of darkness, strengthen my arm be my guide, I intend to learn from a master, I grow weary...
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Staring down from above an angel saw A woeful sight of a child raw His hungry eyes distant did blaze He wore a...
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O’ moving dust pursuest of the frozen sun Predator of prey till left is none O’ laborer of night and day, your effort...
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Realize the gift of pain that is on you laid Behold the river of torment you have to wade Why do I question...
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A crossing of the mind commences when we sleep To the seducing precincts of the dream master’s keep Where man can, through the window...