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[moorstreetpoet]

Initially, I wrote this as:

“Art is truth is beauty is art,

There are no pretensions in poetry,

If not from the heart, then what?”

It is scribbled in my old notebook.

But then I decided to delete the second line to encompass all art.

After all, if not from the heart, why do/would we do it?

- Az Karim

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[moorstreetpoet]

i fell in love with you through your words with your words i fell in love i am in love and love is blind blind is love i am not tall not short not thin not fat just fine you're mine

Amen by Az Karim @moorstreetpoet

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FICTION

this is

the distillation

of all i

this folding

curling

shaping

moving

making of

sense

essence

when sense is

not my aim

not facts

my fiction

that yields

understanding

a drop

Az Karim

@moorstreetpoet

14.12.2002 | London

[moorstreetpoet]

LIBERATION

With one word

You shatter my defences

I am free from civility

 Is this what I’ve missed;

my thoughts for all to see?

 I fail to appreciate the liberation

of a naked heart

Az Karim

@moorstreetpoet

©2019 Az Karim

[moorstreetpoet]

So Here We Are is a poem written way back in 2002 when Nokia was still popular. It is about two people meeting for the first time - at the National Portrait Gallery restaurant in London.

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Image: Courtesy of the National Portrait Gallery

[moorstreetpoet]

Most

I like you most

When you are yourself

No, no; not like no one else

Just your tall gangly self

Hands in pockets

Yes like that

You think you look cool, eh?

Well, not too bad!

 I love you most

When you are alone

Your thoughts

Unknown

To all but God and I

And maybe

A few angels

In the starlit sky

Az Karim @moorstreetpoet

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Emotional Upheavals is the second poem that will be compiled into an anthology I hope to publish this year. This was written in the winter of 2002 in London when I was a graduate student living in a tiny room near Hyde Park. Love to me, at the time, was a metaphorical idea and I tried to understand it by writing how it would feel if I had really fallen in love.

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©2019 Az Karim

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There will come a time when you need to let go of your past, your troubled youth, your regrets, your pains ... not easy, I know. One therapist I met said we need to heal our own wounds, put that balm on it ourselves. We cannot expect people who have hurt us to heal us because some cannot even heal themselves. Seek therapy if we do not know how to do it. Seek guidance. May you find the peace you seek.

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beginnings and endings like laughter and sadness turned inside out overlap with alarming frequency when one least expect it to be as calm as the aftermath of a tropical rain ...

rain by Az Karim @moorstreetpoet

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KISMET

we only met once

but you seem so familiar

like out of a dream

or in some other sphere

have we loved before

in an alternate reality?

longer than a second

sweeter than an eternity?

Az Karim

@moorstreetpoet  

  ©2019 Az Karim

[moorstreetpoet]

Candy Floss

Follow your heart

The seed of your dreams

A wish sent to the furthest galaxy

in a silver capsule

takes off from Mars

Follow your head

Tick off the list

               of things to do

               before you are dead

               and buried

In a shadowless meadow

where the green meets the blue

and cotton clouds are spun

Like candy floss

               at a summer carnival

Az Karim @moorstreetpoet