Saturday, November 05, 2005

Gasp




Tears droplets

Falling in rain
Lost in puddle
Voice of pain
Sinking spears
Deep in wound
Years of aching
Stuttering in pain
My spirit stumbles
Struggle continues
For a gasp of hope

Copyright 2005 nasra al adawi

32 Comments:

Blogger Silly Adventures said...

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5:44 AM  
Blogger Silly Adventures said...

Reading the poem
And
Shedding
Tears of happyness

5:45 AM  
Blogger gulnaz said...

beautiful and moving!
excellent poem nasra!
eid mubarak!

11:18 AM  
Blogger DeeM said...

very nice~ i like 'for a gasp of hope'. Having hope is like taking a deep breath.

5:53 PM  
Blogger iamnasra said...

Asslam Silly Advenure
How are u keeping up...I have been out of writing mood...So my poem its still rusty..Im glad you liked it

Gulnaz
I hope you have had lovely Eid too

Deem
Long time I have lost in touch with u deem ...Im glad to see over here in my blog

2:10 AM  
Blogger LifeMoments said...

My spirit stumbles
Struggle continues
For a gasp of hope
.............

How so true.......

6:52 AM  
Blogger Misreflection said...

simple and moving.. Hope is indeed like a gasp of air.. flling you with life.. can't live without it.

1:57 PM  
Anonymous SilverMoon said...

Hi Nasra,
That one word gasp is so powerful, whether it be for a gasp of air to live, or a gasp in shock, joy, or devastating sadness. Unrelenting sadness pounds at my insides, as I read your words and think about its meaning. I want to stem the torturous flow of rain, wishing the sun would shine upon this person and bask him/her in love.

2:47 PM  
Blogger Gangadhar said...

Hi Nasra,
lovely poem it was...And I love poetry...
Btw good to see you on my blog....keep visiting..

6:43 PM  
Blogger Lorena said...

that is how i feel and reading this really felt like i was gasping for some hope and the words fell down like teardrops. beautiful rhythm Nasra :)

(btw, thanks for all your sweet comments on my blog :)

6:53 PM  
Blogger Bloo said...

seemed to me like a continuous set of unfortunate incidents..
can i ask you a question? wouldnt u agree that writing about pain/sadness is easier than writing about happiness??

9:24 PM  
Blogger Just A Human said...

Nasra,

I suggest you should add more positive thoughts to your poems.

Reincarnation Suggested!

1:06 AM  
Blogger Shubhodeep said...

hey there
this is my first time here. came through nicole's blog.
enjoyed myself thorougly reading the posts.
cheers!
(drop by my blog sometime at:
http://shubhodeep.blogspot.com)

11:01 AM  
Blogger sirbarrett said...

Clear! [Getting out the defribulator of hope. Zapping you]. Breathe!! Ok crew, we're going to need a shot of adrenaline right to the sternum.

Well done Nas, the picture made me feel like I was swallowing water, trying to get to the surface. I hope you're well.

8:14 AM  
Blogger UARIDI said...

Too bad I cannnot express myself with poetry. It is beyond mere words. I feel pain when I read it. I feel I should offer you hope or a hug.

7:53 AM  
Blogger Sue hardy-Dawson said...

lovely poem but sad, we all journey on for that gasp of hope I suppose

10:28 AM  
Blogger Amie said...

was this created when you were down? so sad

7:54 PM  
Blogger Joel said...

I write some of my best poetry when I am down. Ever see how coal freshly clawed from the earth shines?

12:29 AM  
Blogger Brood Mode said...

touching! there is a beauty in pain

4:19 AM  
Blogger Manish Chauhan said...

articulation was never more brief. Hats off

7:41 AM  
Blogger Idi said...

Tears droplets
are necessary
not to be cold
and without feeling

Falling in rain
Sometimes I think the rain is still underlining my tears or sadness

Lost in puddle
When heavy rain drops are falling into a puddle
I like it how they jump high
Sometimes they create circles at the place where they are lost
There exists a song:
One stone/or a raindrop falling in the water makes one or several circles which grow and grow

So sadness can also have a healing effect
Often when I am sad
I am so soberminded
as seldom
and I am really disciplined
and achieve much more good work
than when I feel at ease

Voice of pain
Yes, pain must have a voice
How sad, how depressing
when pain has no voice...
often an illness of the stomach follows
because swallowing pain
without expressing it
makes ill

Sinking spears
Yes that is good
when being des-illusioned
one gets humble
realistic
no longer fighting unnecessary battles
but being calm, praying, hoping and waiting in patience, maturing

Deep in wound
deeply wounded - that hurts
especially when wounded by a person whom one loves
Lord, your hand wounds but afterwards heals
Like with the stubborn sheep
that always ran away and
often nearly died...

The shepherd
wounded it...
better said:
he broke him a leg
and carried it for long distances
on his shoulder

So they became best friends
the wound healed
and it never again ran away

Years of aching
Aching is hard
but years???

I lived being mobbed
during half a year...
that was hell!
But for years?
Well, when my little sister died
that was aching for years.
Now ten years are over
and some months ago
I had again good dreams of her
no longer feeling that ache
even in my dreams

There are trees
I don't know where
but it's an area of
much winds and storms

When the planters grow these trees
they lay a small stone on the crown of the tree
and from week to week
and month to month a bigger stone

This is aching for the tree
but on that way
he is getting strong
against those storms

I had a collegue
who was my enemy
during two years
that was aching

After these two years
the wall was broken
on a day during Christmas Time

we had to do a common job
and first words of friendlyness
arose from her lips,
a smiling
and some comforting words...
never heard before

but all this
took a period of aching
during two years...

Stuttering in pain
I had a classmate who was
stuttering
All the other pupils
didn't know how to handle it.
They only spoke short sentences
with him and thought
they could not have a long conversation
with him

But due to my friendly parents
who often invited ill and handicapped people
I knew:
love will break the ice!

So I listened to him
very!!! attentively,
said often yes, yes, yes
and when I could imagine
which word or sentence
he wanted to pronounce

I helped him suggesting
friendly
the end of his sentence
and he often
felt released and said:
yes, exactly! (or so)

During the last stay
in France
with our class
before we finished school

we had a nice walk
and I had a conversation with him
It was not only relaxing for him
and very stressful for me

but in concentrating so much
and giving him so much strength
of mine
a sort of friendship
grew
a sort of accepting one another deeply

Always when I remember
that stuttering classmate
I feel a great comfort
and I sense
a warm feeling
within my heart

My spirit stumbles
Our pastor often says:
Stumbling may happen
but what is still worse
is
staying in the mud
afterwards
instead of standing up
and
cleaning and washing and refreshing
gaining new strength, new hope
getting stronger
learning something from it

Struggle continues
The best girl-friend of my mother said:
When I have much struggle
the best I can do before, while and after fighting is:
praying
Praying as if this would be all
how I could win the price

The same situation
my grandfather experienced
when he had to go to war
and God answered his
utter praying:

after other soldiers had smoked cigarettes wrapped in bible-paper
he found a page of that bible on the ground.
He read it... and guess what?
There was written (Psalm 91):
even if one thousand will fall to your left
and ten thousand to your right
you will not be hurt

So the struggle continued
but my grandpa believed
the devine words

and rescued one blessed companion
after the other
while the bullets were flying
but really:::
he was not killed
nor even blessed nor wounded

For a gasp of hope

This gasp of hope
he shared
with many of his fellows

Do you still have
a gasp of hope?
Go and share it
with somebody

who longs for help

Thanks nasra

2:26 PM  
Blogger Blog writer said...

got here while surfing... a great find... and a great poem.... :)
Eid Mubarak :)

11:36 PM  
Blogger Vanathi said...

wow...

10:42 PM  
Blogger Het Waghela said...

that was good one Nasra, and quite postive too.

12:14 AM  
Blogger elkenarra said...

like always, you find a piece of glass beneath the waters. thanks for your inspiring poem.

8:54 AM  
Blogger Liquidplastic said...

Beautiful Nasra .. I am feeling much better and this was wonderful to come back to ... Bravo!

8:54 PM  
Anonymous rusty said...

Dont ever give up.....the spirit shall triumph....the road may be long and the path might be bumpy but hope reins supreme and undefeated.* hugs*

6:13 AM  
Blogger Jyotsna said...

"For a gasp of hope.."This stired in me a lot of feelings and i beleive that we all live in hope alwaya..behind hope there is frustration and helplessness but we never do give up ,do we??

6:33 AM  
Anonymous Jackal said...

I especially like the ending.

2:11 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

your written words are a gasp of hope; your very breath is a gasp of hope. oh, nasra...this is beautiful and brilliant, rich and deep and exquisitely poetic. your words speak how i feel so wonderfully i wish i had said this. i think this is one of your most beautiful writings. i love it. thank you for saying this for all of us...

lovingly yours,
diana christine
feminine expressions

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