Thursday, June 30, 2005

An Empty Canvas Without Poetry

It all begins with words
Paint of words, unlimited of colors
Pouring pure emotions into an empty canvas
A creation of life, I watch it as it grows
My soul puts the final gloss on this painting
It only then becomes possible
Poetry- the final painted canvas

Copyright 2005 nasra al adawi

Sunday, June 26, 2005

Soul Breeze

Write on my soul
Write me poetry of my own
Without being written or engraved
Precious scripture
Enchanted with love
Blowing so gently in a breeze
Taking a journey beyond the earthly skies
Dancing with ease
Far way from this corner of earth
Mesmerizing my soul
Finding a home
A galaxy of skies
Without being in cubical walls
Colorless, I surrendered my race
Know that as you write over my soul
I’m freed at last from my tangible world
A form of nonexistence may seem
Gladly had give in the status of being a man
Just to remain a tiny breeze of a soul
Should I wish, I’m free to fly the galaxy skies

copyright 2005 nasra al adawi

Monday, June 13, 2005


As time is evanescent
Pounding our soul
Changing us in its turbulent sways
Nothing in us remain untouched
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Well it seems this chicken pox its getting to me or it is giving me a touch of wisdom

Wednesday, June 08, 2005

Soar Ahead

Realize the pain
Sour aches of heart
Over droplets of tears

Remember to smile
To soar ahead is real
Though, the horizon is distant unclear

Dreams are filled with pain and tears
With hope seek to grasp your dreams
Beyond the agonies life can steer

Copyright 2005 nasra al adawi

Friday, June 03, 2005

A Sincere Letter

My Dearest Child
Finally you have taken the steps to talk to me
To address me as living limb
Finally you integrate me into a breathing soul
Showering me with questions
While you remained a long years of silence
Now you know of my existence and that I’m more than a beating heart
I lived all this years within you and all you did is looked down on me
Similarly like I have no existing place
Choosing to neglect my voice and ran deaf to my cries
Now, the hit of life strike bad and hard
The pain bangs on your door
Without me your just corpse, a soul without a home
Luckily it was not too late, running back to your roots
The roots are the place where you belong
The base of your existence despite its imperfection
It embraces you back without hitting a spear of blame
And I’m nothing but a compassionate heart
I remain always sincerely yours

Your beloved heart
copyright 2005 nasra al adawi