Biography
NASSER ALSHAIKHAHMED is a SAUDI ARABIAN bilingual poet and writer, he writes poetry and short story in Arabic and English He went to school at Sonoma State University in California, USA. Although his field of study is far from literature but his soul is immersed in poetry and writing. He is a member of: 1-All Poetry.com 2-Soul Asylum Poetry Radio. New York-USA Poetry Anthologies. 1- Voracious Polyglots-USA 2- The Quilled ink SOUTH AFRICA 3- Wheel song Poetry- UK Online Magazines 1-Polis Magazino- Greece 2-ILA Magazine- USA 3- Grupo de trabajo de escritores ARGANTINA 3- www.youtube.com/c/Uddan Television He has translated from English to Arabic several poetries work for poets from USA, Japan and Australia and published his translation in local journals He has published a poetry book in Arabic( العرافةara’fa) in 2013 by ( Arabian house for science) He has published an English poetry book (Whispered Vows) August, 2023 by (WORLOWIDE PUBLISHER, JEANETTE TIBURCID MARQUEZ) He has published an English poetry book as a co author with an American poetess (KRISTY RAINES FROM CALIFORNIA , USA) on 28th September, 2025 He has won the second prize ;Zheng Nian Cup China Literally Award! 2023. He was awarded on 14-10-2023 by the L.A. Seneca International Academic Literary Award , the , Italian Academy of Philosophical Arts and Sciences, Bari- Italy. Participated in the international childern lietrature fourm in Dhaka , Bangldesh in December , 2023 Participated in Oman international poetry and clutural festival , April, 2024 Participated in Indain international litrary meet fourm in Novmber, 2024. Kolkata,
West Bengal, India.
A HOLE IN THE MAZE
Can truth seep through the wall of love,
like water remembering stone?
Can violets raise her heart beyond the hills
where hidden secrets breathe?
She rested her head upon my shoulder
while my fingers wandered
through the silk of her hair.
The mind became illusion’s chamber,
mirrors flowering into fire.
My night raged wild,
a forest burning in its own tongue.
Words took wing before I could feel them,
and a fountain broke loose
through the fever of my mouth.
I rehearsed my tricks
to outwit imagination,
walked the threads of fortune
like a blind adventurer,
shaking the steep ascenders
for a spark of revelation.
Childhood left me little to ransom—
only a board of clay,
and a ray of light
that leaps alive
whenever I stumble.
Lonely tears descended.
I spun inside the dizziness of stars.
And while she aged my despair into wine,
I tore through the labyrinth,
freed
by a hole in the maze.
THE GARDEN OD LONGING
You are my heart’s garden,
the neem tree shading its silence,
the kiss that lingers on my lips,
the dream where longing ripens.
You are the songs forgotten lovers keep
hidden in the folds of remembrance,
a hush of music wandering
through the chambers of desire.
Sow me like a flower in your hands—
I shall rise as rose and lily,
blooming where your fingers wander.
Let me be winter’s cloud,
heavy with celestial rain,
falling softly on your waiting cheeks.
Drink from the cup of amorousness;
open the book of our untold hours.
Read our love to the gulls at sea,
let the wind recite it to the shore,
whisper it upward
until even the stars grow tender.
When longing deepens in your soul,
sunset weeps its magical tears.
And when the twilight is colourful,
your image burns upon the mountains,
glimmers on the breathing skin of the sea,
appears in every secret rendezvous
where freedom wears the face of love.
Then evening gathers us
in violet and gold,
and the horizon becomes a bridal veil.
I searched through many seasons
for a name to call love….
and found it only
when I found you.
THE FLUTE OF ENCHANTED DUST
In our enchanted garden
we were lost in love’s first beginning,
while all melodies of existence
gathered around us like prayer.
Night itself became a song of tales,
the trembling breath of lovers.
The grass dreamed.
Dust disclosed its hidden secrets.
A flute rose….
a hymn announcing
the happiness of the universe.
And in the old book
of lovers’ philosophy
and forgotten charms,
desire wrote its luminous scripture.
The awakened alleys rejoiced at her arrival.
Upon a bed woven of cloud-echoes
she loosed her plaits
upon the cheek of the breeze,
and strands of her hair
wandered like trembling stars.
I heard the sap rising
through the panting forehead of earth.
Wallada, do you remember?
The whispers of wheat plains
to a shy and listening sun,
the breath of dew-beads
when they lifted
their passionate swings?
Among light
and leafy pages
written on the rocks of branches,
there was a wedding
of colors and breezes,
of birdcalls and spectra,
of spirits, enchantments,
and beautiful magic.
There
even silence whispered love.
VOICE OF MY HEART
The night is warm,
and longing sips the distance.
Cups drift astray
telling stories of her love.
Passions circle
the body of the tale,
and the lips of mirrors shiver
while fiction-horses carry jasmine.
The mouth holds a thousand desires,
and her chest weaves a wish—
a wish that escapes ambition’s grasp.
The prophecy of shyness,
and the wings of butterflies,
expose the redness of her cheeks.
Elegant in her revolution,
rebellious in her modesty,
she claims to be
a child of the sea
yet trembles within her waves.
I send my songs like mounted knights
to chase her fears away,
and the voice of my heart
calls her back
to safely anchor on my shores.
CHAOS AND CLAMOR
Tomorrow will sing me a song
and sway away my sorrows.
No family, no frontier
only rays of longing appearing.
When night falls and dreams retreat,
and breezes carry the scent of love,
I wish I had wings to fly
toward where defiance gathers near.
Filled with hope and illusion,
with life, burden, and rain,
when clouds prepare to pour,
the sky dissolves in chaos and clamor.
We play upon our flute,
we chant love’s forgotten rituals,
lost in joy’s brief fire
a melody nesting in my heart.
The flames of love burn through our ribs
before we reap the cooling wind.
The fire rises, branching higher,
and what remains of us becomes ash.
O love, illuminate the path
until torment fades away.
We grew weary, lost our steering hands,
and sent our prayers
but they returned in tears.