Aminath Neena is an English lecturer from the picturesque archipelago nation of the Maldives. Currently, she works at, The Maldives National University. An avid lover of words, poetry is a hobby closest to her heart. Her poems usually revolve around themes such as love, relationships, spirituality, society, human rights and global issues. According to her, poetry is the gateway to spirituality because it resonates purity like no other. Among her achievements include having her poem featured in ‘Words And Music’, a programme on BBC Radio. She believes her writings to be a reflection of her thoughts, her feelings and her life.
My love, your soul's being such a geek, Oh! rather prudish and unruly tonight he is making me utterly insomniac by playing a game of hide and seek He whispers my name so mellow just as I try closing my laden eyes and my heart starts searching for you only to find an estranged pillow Do something for me, my inamorato, take him back inside you and subdue then fly over to me across the seas come back in a one-piece tuxedo Or perhaps if you cannot be fair eyes closed drift off into the clouds then gently tiptoe into my dream and just let me catch you there
Scarlet dreams Knitted in gold thread Is what I conceal Within bashful sighs In the shelter of my eyes Within closed lids Sometimes I become a magnolia in bloom My quivering petals wiping away your gloom My fragrance fiddling with your senses The essence disarming your defenses Within silent lids Sometimes I become a nymph of the seas Singing enchanted melodies That you may fall asleep buried in the soft swerves Of my sea crusted feminine curves Within cascading lids Sometimes I appear as the encrypted moon Fading away the dark clouds of rainy monsoon That I may cast off the darkness of your ethereal base My light gleaming over your face Within half closed lids Sometimes I arrive greeting you As glorious morning dew Applying dawn fresh-nature's balm Seducing you with my soothing charm But all this I do in scarlet dreams of knitted gold thread Secretly enclosed Within bashful sighs In the shelter of my eyes
ODE TO A SCENTED BLOOM
Oh jasmine; oh, my grace, Thy softness and silky finesse Thy flawless beauty, so enchants me Aye, this meek psyche is baffled by thee Me thinks thou belong with the sylphs Thou confront no scuffle to those nymphs Of the land, the rose so charming The wild hibiscus so daring Thy noble purity captures my heart that no magic can reel it apart And thy nectar- thy scent is the sweetest flow Oh, my ladyship! And do they truly know? 'Tis the chastity in SHE not the flare That matters so, nor the outside glare Alas! those that seek the truth can but see With eyes that seek beauty can only see the hidden allure of the woman so feminine- in the kosher elegance of thee, my jasmine-