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I've got a guardian angel
here on earth.
I've never met her,
and she's never met me.

But she was there
when I needed someone,
someone to listen to,
and comfort me.

I've got a guardian angel,
here on earth.
She is someone special,
and I want to get to know her.

My guardian angel,
I'm not sure whether or not
she knows that I call her
my guardian angel on earth.

She might not have wings right now
but she is still able to be an angel.
She and I only know each other online,
but I wish we knew each other offline too!

My guardian angel,
she's not up in heaven,
she's grounded on earth
for a while right now.

My guardian angel is a beautiful girl,
one who's not single,
but I'm starting to think
that I'm falling for her.

Is it bad luck
to fall in love
with your guardian angel?
I'd love to know!

The falling snowflakes, the warm embers,
These gifts of a white messenger,
See: how all these, wish you, like I do:
The happiest ever New Year to You!

Looking at myself in the tarnished mirror,
I am often forced to pause and ponder,
At the reflections of my unending dreams,
Where you reign over my heart as its queen.
(Written by Muhammad Naveed Ahmed (Emmenay) more than two decades ago. Posted on November 18, 2011).

Your scent to my nose is like air to my lungs
I need to breathe it
Your face to my eyes is like light to my vision
I need to see it
Your voice to my ears is like my place in this world
I need to know it
Your heart to my chest is like an old memory
I need to stow it
Your touch to my skin is like heat in winter
I need to feel it
Your kiss to my lips is like a letter to be sent
I need to seal it

Your love to my life is simply unfit
But every day I am grateful
Because I need it

free at last
I've broken the chains
He's lifted the curse
he made me sane
i awed at his touch
when i felt him breath
life into the body
that now helps me be
so unexpected
and now so exciting
that i found someone
not just anybody
he makes me smile
even when he not around
manages to bring me up
when they put me down

Light and shade
Evening and morning
I am near that which is following me.
Every day comes,
Every night goes as dreams,
Light up my divine life path.
I love God,
And I love her too,
He chose to bless me with.
In this life,
And the years so far,
I have her and I need Him.
I am not,
Complete without her,
And both of us without Him.
Orange leaves,
Are resplendent too,
Unlike the autumns before.
Difference shines,
Brightly in my being,
Thanks to her true love for me.
My prayer,
Has been answered and,
I feel I need not wish more.
She is mine,
And has always been,
Why shouldn't I be grateful?
She's pure gold,
Among Eve's daughters,
And I am her proud owner.
(Written and posted by Muhammad Naveed Ahmed/Emmenay on 22nd September, 2011).

Movies, songs, TV programmes,
Blurred lights and chaotic sound,
An amalgam of mayhem unbound,
While silence and peace prevails outside,
In the walks I take to relive a life,
That has been stolen by time's tide,
I ponder on the nice pieces of advice,
And the reassuring voice on the phone,
The love and care -- all are so nice,
When I stroll and think twice and thrice,
About the goodness still unchanged,
And the sky still neatly arranged,
I am a man of nature and it's my solace,
And a rare gift of the Maker's grace,
I am happiest after my nightly jogging,
Punching the air and defying hard breathing,
And at such moments I thank my Lord God,
For making you mine, O my heart's darling,
You make me think and rethink and be,
The way my Almighty wanted me,
I smile at Cassiopeia and Perseus
And pray for you O my sweet Venus,
With a woman like you as my beloved,
I find a meaning to love and be loved:
You know the art of flying out to me
On the unseen peaks of sublime mystery.
And with your infallible faith in God's mercy,
You heal and energize the man within me.
(Written and posted by Muhammad Naveed Ahmed/Emmenay, on September the 20th, 2011).

You, O my beloved, rare woman!
Are always ready,
To "kiss the blood off my hands",
When all the others,
Love to perturb me,
And accuse me wrongly
Of throwing a tantrum.
You, O my beloved, rare woman!
You are the best wine,
And even the best of God's saqis,
In the blessed tavern of the divine,
For, of them all, you beyond doubt are,
The best of all the living daughters of Adam.
I am not lavishing such praise, undue --
It is the very truth which in my heart grew --
And flourished, God-blessed, like only a few,
Have ever done -- Muslim, Christian or Jew,
Buddhist, Sikh, agnostic or Hindu.
Ask the stars at night when it is blooming,
Along with someone wiser in learning,
That God bestows the best on only those,
Who, like you, deserve His best blessing.
So, believe me, O my beloved, rare woman,
That like you, there is no other human...

The heart that loves you saw this revelation,
When you entered it willingly and made it blossom.
Let all the foul of the world line up against me,
I will maul them all and preserve your safety,
As you matter to me more than anything given,
By the Great Lord God! Yes!.You are my Heaven.
(Written and posted by Muhammad Naveed Ahmed/Emmenay, on September the 18th, 2011).

Like William Wordsworth I often walk
Past the abandoned railway tracks
Thinking about my beloved.
Like Tennyson I go to the sea
For "the touch of a vanished hand
And the sound of a voice that's still".
Like Thomas Gray I sit by the grave
Of my dear, departed father.
Like John Keats I am always 'lost'
In the world of my "Fanny Brawn'.
A cloudy day like the one today
Just doesn't come without a say.
To be alone and miss 'her' more
Is an arrow of smokeless fire
Which refuses to come out
Of my heart of mortal clay.
O, let it rain and in abundance
So that I can comfort passion's pain
Rain, rain and even more rain
To wash my unseen wounds' stain.
Would love to drown with my 'Ophelia'
Like her 'Hamlet', to be hers... again.
(By Muhammad Naveed Ahmed/Emmenay. Posted on September 09, 2011).

Night, winds, clouds,
cool gust disturbs dreams,
why did I wake up sans you?
Darling of my life,
return to me forever,
My eyes close... .
White lilies,
adorned your beauty,
while you lay close by my side.
Come to me,
again, O my love!
I shall sleep -- 'dead' -- in your arms.
(By Muhammad Naveed Ahmed/Emmenay. Posted on September 08. 2011).