Monday, July 04, 2005

A Fading Story

Here is an old poem of mine, wanted to share it over here
I somehow like this poem I do not know why

I don’t want to fade away
Like being a piece of story
It may be true or fake
Imagination that it may be only an inner illusion
Yet you can not help it but to cry
Feeling the blues inside
As time passes by
Little by little the remembrance fades away
Only it feels that once it was a very touching story
Still the mind could not retain it forever

©2004 Nasra Al Adawi

13 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

Hi Nasra,

Another beautiful poem. How is your project with the Tanzania Cancer group? I hope things are working well. How is the citizenship application so far, I pray Ramadhan will bring good news for you, because you deserve it. Your books in the office are a constant reminder of you and your talent, so do not give up, O.K?

Take care,

Yuthar

1:28 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Hi Nasra,

Your poem was very beautiful. I liked the way you compared it to a
story.

"Only it feels that once it was a very touching story" was my
favorite line!

Thanks for sharing your wonderful poems!
Patty

1:29 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

This is wonderful … u actually reflect lot of my feelings…



Thank God u know how to express yourself !



Love,

Nimmi

1:30 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Dear Nasra

So happy that you are continuing your beautiful work

Love

Patricia

1:30 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Hello dear Nasra,

Just 30 minutes ealrier when I
was sitting in Karachi dinnerto have my dinner, I was
think about you-a soul searching personality; and that
is Nasra who was often around me and making my inside
glowing. Now it appears a barren and desrted castle.
None is put some drop of life's oil to let this
dousing lamps to glow more. You ar true and not fake.
The only misisng part of the sotry is you culd not
find a true heart who could find your real worth,
beyond womanship, that you too have marvelous. I canot
mke any noise or loud promise about anything, but I am
sure you personality with survive with all her
potential charms in the deeper part of my brain. I
wish I would have the right disc to play with the
right time with the right person. But now
everythingseems too late. Your smile, your waving
charmful giaty, all will stay as if you are just in
front of my eyes. And I will remain in touch.

Moinuddin

1:34 AM  
Blogger Sue hardy-Dawson said...

This has an almost musical quality to it, nice to hear from you this morning it made my morning

9:57 AM  
Blogger Lorena said...

isn't it sad, when memory fades and it fails to feel as real as it did back then. lovely poem :)

10:00 AM  
Blogger Paul said...

Yeah, the present does have a way of becoming - history.

Yet in a way, is every moment the same? First it was "not yet." Then: it is. Finally: it was.

I don't know if I'm being dumb or profound. I am short on sleep.

1:14 PM  
Blogger Het Waghela said...

Hey Nasra,
thats nice one again from u. do u publish ur poeties?

2:05 AM  
Blogger Bluesky_Liz said...

I like this one too. It's like you can't ever really retain the past for what it is, you really do lose some bits of it as time passes by.

3:46 AM  
Blogger Misreflection said...

This touches me too , memories we hold on to , wanting it never to fade.. I suppose every single person alive can relate. well done.
You write beautifully, will visit from time to time.. Tks for letting me know who you are and where to find you.

12:43 PM  
Blogger iamnasra said...

Liz
Thank you for taking the time to read my work

Misreflection
Im glad you took a chance to read my work all honoured that you liked my poems

1:14 AM  
Blogger Spicy Cauldron said...

Nasra, hi

I love this poem. Thanks for sharing! x

7:50 AM  

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