Hands to save me

' I Want To Hold Your Hand '
Originally uploaded by Urban_Man.

I opened my mail box today
A poem was waiting for me
Waiting to be read
Wanting to be heard
After I read it so deeply
I turned the page within me
Seeking words to present who I am
Wanting to write so many poems
But my head can't put thoughts right
Words are blurred in my mind
The space is so vast inside
An empty page
So blank without words
Raw without ink touches
That is I at this point of time
I can not be snatched out of emptiness
For those hands to save me
In this abyss heart
Can only be by my own

Nasra Al Adawi


Many times we wait for someone else to save us. Yet we fail to see that the remedy is there within ourselves

The Stings of Thorns

How can a women hold How can a women hold
A rose instilled with thorns A rose instilled with thorns
How can she resolve How can she resolve
A life with a man filled with lies A life with a man filled with lies
His thorns stings her heart His thorns stings her heart
The pain is beyond relief of cries The pain is beyond relief of cries
Her blindness finally fallen apart Her blindness finally fallen apart
No remaining words No remaining words
That can efface the aches That can efface the aches
The shadow had finally chattered The shadow had finally chattered
Staring into an ugly face Staring into an ugly face
The realization of this bitter truth The realization of this bitter truth
Not all are shining stones Not all are shining stones

Thorns
Originally uploaded by Pa-Se.

It was meant to be a letter. However I have come to learn that at this moment I can't form any sentence. I wish I could be the moon to light up this dark night, at least to be a bit of glow that guides you in the darkness. Certain journeys it seems we have to take them on our own. My Dearest you're soft petals of rose, and to be able to recognize. It also made me see you not as fragile petals that can tear with any touch; I saw your strength and determination. So I have no fear for you that you will begin your new life journey because you owe yourself that.

Thanks Pa-Se for the lovely photo in flicker.com which is used here

In Their World

A poet
I might not be
In world of renowned poets
Poetry had melted this heart
Wiggling in its touch
The wonder of such lust

Nasra Al Adawi

I was so lucky getting a chance to attend a seminar of professor who writes poetry as a hobby. Dr William Sypher had amazed the listeners with the journey towards writing poetry. With humor, emotion, music he brought up the essence of writing poetry. I was there dazed with his words; it was just like hearing confession on why we write poetry. The reason we get hypnotized to play with words. It is an art but without the paint and paint brush, it is just words that creates music in the readers mind. I always loved poetry I just can not define why I love poetry but its when the words are accumulated and how words are put together. I really can not define it - it brings such thrill to me.

Dr William Sypher was working for English Department for Sultan Qaboos University- Oman.