Anonymous said: hi nishat... long time reader... i was jw whyh the sudden in the subject matter of poems...? they are getting more mature audience... sorry if my english is not very good...
well, it seems ive certainly sparked some people with that last poem :X uh I guess I’m getting older is the only answer I could give you? It’s not that I was trying to avoid writing about this stuff when I was younger, cause I knew it existed and that it was already a reality for others, but I wasn’t mature enough then to write about it properly without botching it or making it cheesy/cliche (although one could argue that my writing, even after all these years, is still very cheesy/cliche but whatever, ahaha) now that ive taken some classes and spent a lot of time in the realm of poetry, im taking more cracks at more adult/mature topics now. also, no worries about your english, i understood you fine!
Anonymous said: how do you write so sensually without being so graphic? i find that so amazing
well for one, I haven’t experienced the ‘graphic’ end of things but a good writer i know told me once that when writing about intimate things, think of sense, not sex. Sex in its basic, watered down definition is just an act, and often people forget to delve into what the body is experience in terms of nerves and signals and before i go on a long rant yeah just think about the moment in a whole rather than just the action when you write about it!
Anonymous said: I did not know that poetry could get me so sexually frustrated until I read your work. Marvelous job, Nishat
oh dear, didn’t mean to go about frustrating anyone now, but thank you!
“We Might Have Sex With Our Bodies, But I Make Love To You With My Poetry” - Nishat Ahmed
Anonymous said: Hi! First I just wanted to say that I love your writing! Second, do you ever do poetry critiques? I have this one poem that I'd like to send to my friend, but I was wondering whether you could read it over and give me some honest suggestions? Thanks and have a wonderful day.
Send it to me in my submit and ill check it out! im not really good at critiques though… i feel like im not well learned enough in poetry to give criticism, my own poetry is pretty juvenile as it is :P
Anonymous said: Things haven't been the easiest for me in the last few years...but I'm finally at a good place in my life, even though there's still a lot of bad going on in it. And I just wanted to share that with someone.
I’m really glad you thought of me to share this with, this made me really happy :) its always lovely to hear about people finding the light in dark places. heres to hoping that the rest of that badness vanishes!
In a dream I heard God ask me
“What does it feel like to be alive?”
And I said back to him,
“It’s when she says ‘I love you’ for the first time.”
There are back porches that miss the way we kissed
With our hands pressed against each other’s cheeks.
We kept fireflies at bay as we smiled against a June sun
Slipping into the hands of the trees.
I can’t breathe.
This summer air is too hot for my lungs.
I burned my throat trying to
Keep you in
So you spilled out
Like the rain that drowned the earth
For almost a whole week.
This was a storm I was expecting.
I’m supposed to be an adult but I feel like
I’m just a stranger renting out this skin,
Taking long drives at night through dimly lit
Suburban streets that haven’t seen tender care in years.
The wheels pound the pavement
While the wind, and desperate pop punk songs
Pound against my ears.
This place isn’t the same.
I’m not changing.
I just started to open up my eyes.
My body is a park for every homeless heart.
I haven’t yet signed a lease on love
But I’ve paying rent on it for years.
When it comes down to it,
I am just an empty house.
You loved me like I was important but I guess
I was just another boy to kiss.
I could’ve sworn you were my cure,
Now I see how you’ve made me sick.
In a dream I heard God ask me
“What does it feel like to die?”
And I replied
“When she says ‘I love you’ for the last time.”
Anonymous said: I am so jealous of your life. Sure you have pain and rough times, but you are able to take those times and turn them into beautiful words that help people. When I feel like shit all I do is have to sit around and feel it. It would be so relieving to be able to express it and help people like you!! Never stop writing!
please, my life is nothing to be jealous of! theres definitely enough shitty parts in it to make it undesirable. cherish yours and the good moments you get! you can do exactly what i do, just pick up a pen and start getting it on the page. Thank you for this message though!
Anonymous said: I also have waves of hard depression often.. Like, I feel alright for a few weeks then this huge wave of depression knocks me down and I feel like everything In my life is not good and there's no point. Is that what you have too? What does it mean? Ahh.
Yeah that’s exactly how mine comes. It’s the freakin’ worst. I don’t know what it means, really. I don’t think theres an extra layer to it, it’s just depression. Do you ever have it where you can feel it coming, like a storm or just a shadow in your mind’s peripheral? Cause thats how it works for me. I know I have one coming soon and its the worst feeling :/