Nowhere to Go

Nowhere to go
Mother is gone
In a misery of unending loss
Father died
In a fight for our precious land
No home
Destroyed by another man
A stranger to name
Or an enemy to call
Yet it’s nowhere to go

For a shelter to search
Or to die in grief
Following our mother’s footsteps
It’s not just a chaos of a place
Orphanage each one of us name
And who could take us in
As everyone goes through the same
A land was lost
Beloved ones are gone
With no memorial for their departure
Nowhere to go

Who could hear our cry?
Who will understand this pain?
Tell us if death is kinder than to live for nothing at all?
Where does hope in this chaos fall?

copyright iamnasra 2005



Based on the same poem from Collective Thoughts, published 2002

Moral Ties

I went through this test,

as I answered 8 questions

I was described as Gandhi.

Some how I got taken by the word "moral" over here...
The second time as I answered all the questions I

was described as Mother Teresa..and I would wish to be like her..

To be able to give sooo much...
What Famous Leader Are You?
personality tests by similarminds.com

This poem unrelated to the two great personality..it revolves on the word moral and about how we teach our children some kind of ethics and we do not follow them ourselves, how our life can be affected by it, especialy living all worried not to be cought.

Moral Ties

What is the price of these tears?
As they fall carrying huge distress
Trailing on our soul with many regrets
Our love is nothing but pain and upsets
Erected lust far away from wedlock tracks
We packed our life with many lies
Discarded our soul with moral ties
On another corner we teach our children the decent ways
Yet we fail to follow our own moralize
Covering sinful ways with more deceits
To banish our fear, the chain repeats


Coyright 2005 nasra al adawi

Fire Current

My feet took me to what we can call a path

How I reached to this crossroads

Did I walk on unknown trail so blindly?



As I chose a trail

Walking in a terrain of pebbled path

My feet gets accustomed to its touch

Walking on stones

The road does not end over here

A river of lava and fumes

Cuts my trail

The color of fire

Adrenalin arouse

Hidden soul appear

My heart urges to be free of me

Waiting to sink in this burning soul

I think no more

My feet walk on the burning stones

My soul melts in fire

Though my feet are burning in pain

I convince me that I’m born to do this

I walk without fear

Unexpectedly, I seem to be absorbed

Into a circle, an immense current of fire

Anger that burns my skin and bones

I’m caught in this burn, all pleads run in vain

The fire dies when all is burning ashes



Copyright 2005 nasra al adawi




Dare to walk on this fire

The Carving of Time

Wind carves mountains
time carves on me
taking youth away

coyrght 2005 nasra al adawi

Who AM I

Your Birthdate: July 31

Your birthday suggests that you are a good organizer and manager, an energetic and dependable worker; attributes often showing success in the business world. Serious and sincere, you have the patience and determination necessary to accomplish a great deal. Your approach can be original, but often rigid and stubborn. Sensitivity may be present, but feeling are likely to be repressed. You are good with detail and insist on accuracy, but at times scatter energies. You're a practical thinker, but not without imagination. You love travel and don't like to live alone. You should probably marry early, for responsibility is necessary for your stability.

Just an article
That passed thorough me
Detailing my character through my birthday
I wonder if it is true
If this is who I am
There times I surprise myself
It seems there more of me beyond one window of life
So will this characteristic of this date mean anything?
Towards the quality of my persona
I presume I do not bide with one frame line
I’m the daughter of consequences
Reacting to what fate brings me

What Does Your Birth Date Mean?

Fly Pursuit

nasra al adawi 2005

Wings against the light

Her Wings
Flapped against the light
Defying the heat

2005 nasra al adawi

Dew Drops of Life

Dew Drops of Life
On a Mapped Leaf
Destined to fall

nasra al adawi 2005

Outgrown

Some time you need to cry, for some who are taught to stand in the face of calamity its not an easy task...They laugh in the face of their inner pain, taking the flame of smile to regrow again...

Outgrown

I don’t know how to cry at this end
But I’m hurting

I just know how to face the pitfalls with a smile
Not every taste of life is sweet
I have my share to sip the bitter taste
Despite all, I grow strong
This heart of mine will eventually amend
As I learned to outgrow the trials

©2005, Nasra Al Adawi

The Grains of Gold

The Grains of Gold

It begins…
A mild breeze
Blowing softly
In an early dawn
Through the empty quarters
Humidity snatches
The heavenly taste of air
In the heat of burning rays

The heat takes its tool on me
Undeterred walking to my destined journey
My home is nothing but grains of gold
My feet imprints quietly
Leaving traces
A statement that once I took this path
In time the footsteps are erased
The grains are traveler like me
Fated with the journey of wind
Unsheltered even by a tent

My hands are inborn to climb the golden dunes
To mount any length or height
My instinctive feet crosses the ocean of sand
I will cross it million times
Many times in the past
And many more of my remaining years
I sank in quicksand- the unknown
Took a bit of its pinch
I tasted the bite of rattlesnake
Yet unmoved by this wilderness
Unafraid to fall in my destined pit
I’m the son of these golden dunes
The ocean of emptiness with nothing but grains of sand-
My motherland

copyright 2005 nasra al adawi

As I wondered

Sometime when you woder and you loose your direction, you find new things on that path of being lost...Some are good things and some sad:

I came across this website as I was searching for something else

http://www.torturecare.org.uk/

This about the Medical Foundation for the Care of Victims of Torture provides care and rehabilitation to survivors of torture and other forms of organised violence. I was really touched to read about an Iraqi boy and would like to share it over here

http://www.torturecare.org.uk/donate/April05appeal/roham.htm

Take a moment to read it...