~The Grains of Gold ~

Oman - Wind in Wahiba Sands
Originally uploaded by © Lucie Debelkova

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

Thought: Okay this poem was written in 2005 ...
This is a journey of a bidu where he has to presue his trips going beyond the heat and walking on the golden grains which is the desert. He can not go back as his is the son of the desert and no matter what obstacle he faces he remains a bidu his homland is the desert. the first part is on the weather that he has to face. Second part the Desert it self where he walks but history does not record his trail as his footsteps fades with the wind and he is like the sand fated to always travel sometime not even sure of the distination he is heading.
Thrid part is the obstacles he faces and his goal to reach beyond anything...

The Photo is from Al Wahaiba Sands in Oman ..

~Love Resides~

Peach tree blossom, bee, pollen sack C95-3-03-08_5428-t1-sm50
Originally uploaded by DanS11

I watched a human love deserting me Leaving me angry and bitter
There was still reason to live again
I heard a tune
That whispered into me
A simple statement
Love is every where
So I began to search
On where love lives
It was nestling everywhere
How I loved the surrounding love
In a gentle wave
Tickling the sand
A symbiotic relation
Even with plants and bees
I love the sound of love
A horizon uniting with the sea
Dew droplet that kisses a leave
The wind sways a tree
In all the feelings
That fills the void within
So I finally learned
That love resides in many places
Not just in heart of human beings

"There is no end to love, our appreciation to what it brings to us surely will be a journey of many heights" Copyright 2008 Nasra Al Adawi

Photo by DanS11 from flickr.com

~Empty Page~

a thousand thoughts
Originally uploaded by ruudpakua

I know I have thousands
Words
Yet as I stand
On an empty page
I run out of words
On contemplation inside
To snatch words out of my being
So I can fill the page
Other than emptiness
In hope when one word begins
It will chain thousands words
A page is never meant to be empty
It yearns even for scribbles

Copyright 2008 Nasra Al Adawi

"If writers stopped writing about what happened to them, then there would be a lot of empty pages. "

Elaine Liner, We Got Naked, Now What, SXSW 2006

~Silence is Music~

I have heard
There is a man searching for me
Perhaps its true
Or maybe not
Just one of those rumors
Surfacing out of no where
But if you come face to face with him
Tell him that I'm also on a search
Searching to find my music
One more day to live
More heartbeats to keep me going
I have been drowning in emptiness
Gasping for life
I have knocked many doors
Yet not knowing what I'm looking for
I have been watching me dying slowly
For a second fear stabs me
I die momentarily
A millisecond of silence
Thoughts are no longer racing through
Oh, Am I really floating
Surfacing within myself
For once I go into core of peace
No noise and no sound
I get attached to this kind of music
My senses are cleansed
Filled with air of silence
Once again ready to face the chaotic world
I come back all determine
To face twisters of life

Copyright 2008 Nasra Al Adawi

Run Down

She was so over worked
Crossing the limit for where she could reach
Her eyes where so alert
Through all the caffeine
So her eyes would not take rest during night
She has goals to reach
Deadline to cross
Most of all she is on race against herself
Still
Her body lets her down
Falling apart
She can not even face the breeze

"Your body has rights on you,
Even machine breaks,
If over worked
Leave your body to rest"

~ I'm Done ~

I'm done crying
I'm done hurting
For I cried all the tears
That I have ever held inside
I have tabbed all the doors
That carried my inner grief
So I emptied all my pockets
To keep walking on unknown road
In weight of feather
Yet with a heart of mountain
For all the tears I shed
For all the pain that I endured
I could no longer fall apart
I had to grow stronger
So I'm undefeated with sorrow
I just take it as that's my fate
Yet I'm still standing
Despite all arrows thrown on me
I'm done feeling sorry for myself
I'm done hating my own existence
I had to face my inner fears
Been held back all this time
I grow stronger
Against all strikes that hits me down
To stand simply as mountain


Copyright 2008 Nasra Al Adawi

~ To Own a Pen ~

IMG_0013
Originally uploaded by penmanila

I have always dreamt
And I still continue
To just dream
Owning that fountain pen
Slim and lavish
Detailed in all ways
Made so rich
Each letter
Will be scripted
In simplicity
Yet a simple writing
Becomes calligraphic scripts
Pure pleasure to write


Copyright 2008 Nasra Al Adawi

IMG_1254
Originally uploaded by penmanila

Photo by penmanila posted in flickr.com

~Entrustment~

Wedding_Dress_Lace_Northville
Originally uploaded by aTanguay

We are handing you
Our life
Our daughter
To care and love
To cherish her
Till death takes you apart
So when the course is dark
Let her be the flame
To light the journey ahead
Make a promise
To care of her
As your care for your soul
Keep that promise for life

Copyright 2008 nasra al adawi

Last night, my cousin got married. Seeing him getting married and thinking of the responsibility that he will take ahead of him. Is to care for a family. We feel that when a man gets married, taking a woman is huge responsibility as her family had entrusted you with their soul, and you should be up to this responsibility.

~ The Embracing Pen ~

As much as I wanted
No day would go on
Without few lines of poetry
Poetry for soul
Yet there are days like today
When this tiny box
A laptop we call
Is only here to assist me
To realize a page of dream
Yet it comes crushing down
I wonder how I doubted
A simple as it is,
A pen has always been a writing partner
Filling all the gaps
For when all the latest technology
Will crash in hands of bugs
As usual my pen will embrace me back
As always standing there to be a partner in writing

Copyright 2008 Nasra Al Adawi

~ I Miss That Kind of Sleep~

As I close my eyes
I shut all the windows
Of here and now
So I can float
Between space and time
For the sake to grip
A second without thoughts
That keeps knocking my walls
For no reason
Except to snatch my stillness


"Enjoy your sleep, its an only place where you can just shut the chaotic world"

Copyright 2008 Nasra Al Adawi

Sleeping Bug

The Bud House
Originally uploaded by ~Mina~

At the end of flying
A bug needs its sleep
Any place as warm as home

Copuright 2007 nasra Al Adawi

~Work of Translation~

Yemen - 2007 '12 december - 0161 - The Empty Quarter Desert
Originally uploaded by © Lucie Debelkova

On a search of tranquil path
A deserted desert to be my home
So I can sink within
Sink within the grains
No words in here
Nor a vibrating voice
Except the sand
That waits in silence
Then the wind
Gives a visit to this desert land
Translates all the silence of sand
So it can print a new language
A dialect of its own
On a surface where no page is needed
A page of sand dunes
Scripted poetry
Without letters and words
Within lines and curves
Read only by the wind and sand

copyrigh 2008 Nasra Al Adawi

"Even nature translates, do not be afraid to explore a new language. You never know how far it can get you"

Photo by Lucie Debelkova in flickr.com

~My Falling Tears ~

crying flower
Originally uploaded by Killer Bee X

Share my tears
For I own nothing but heartaches
With an offer of my lingering voice
And when you touch each droplet
Be gentle in your touch
As no words can translate
My inner being
Except with my tears
So when you find me crying
Be glad that I'm speaking from within
I have finally discarded all my masks
With nothing but falling tears
And that is not easy to come
Now I'm all free
No longer suppressed with my fears


Copyrigth 2008 Nasra Al Adawi

Photo by Killer Bee X

~No Introduction ~

Sunrays
Originally uploaded by almostblue58

You are the sun
As it begins it shines
When it spreads its rays
All words fall astray
And all you can be
Is to be the poetry you want to be

"When a talent is gifted as you are gifted with it,
No clouds can stop your shining rays. You need not prove that you are the sun, for your sunshine pronounces your name"

Copyright 2008 Nasra Al Adawi

Visiting the Sultan Qaboos University and meeting student studying English literature is such great opportunity for me. First it allows me to dream that I can also get my university Degree but the amazing part is to meet such amazing young talents… This poem inspired by young lady who I was referred to as one of promising poets…

May this poem inspire her to reach the heights of writing…

~Heart and Shell~

Seashells
Originally uploaded by miqul

My heart had fell
In all the walks that I journey
In every fall
A learning ride
For here is a shell
That outgrows the falls
I'm no longer a broken heart
I'm a shell standing beyond the knocks
No matter how the waves knocked me back
All I could do is grasp on light
To find my way through the shore

copyright 2008 Nasra Al Adawi

Photo uploaded by miqul on 29 Mar 07

~Hanging By A Thread~

Hanging By A Thread
Originally uploaded by Monster.

Droplets keep waiting
Hues within a heart
Water and air
A language of understanding
Creating what all can describe
A bubble
Yet not falling
Nor it is carried with wind
There has been a thread
Uniting all tiny droplets
Keeping them all
So close at home

"Wherever you go,
there will always be a delicate thread that take you home"

Copyright 2008 Nasra Al Adawi

Photo by Monster

~ A Dream From Tanzania ~

Maya Angelou - March 28,2008 7:30 PM St. Sabina African American Speaking Series
Originally uploaded by Saint Sabina Photos

I met a young woman
From Tanzania
Who was passionate about poetry
She was asked
Who she would like to meet
Without a pause she affirmed
"Maya Angelou will be a dream"
Then she continued
Pouring her reason of such selection
"She is all poet
With her hands creating tunes
Where no music needs to be played
She is our voice
The voice of all women
She is Maya Angelou "
Then she looked at me
Speaking to me softly
Handing me her dream

If you happen to meet Dr. Angelou "
Please tell her
That her words was the first poem I have ever read"

So here I am holding a dream
From a young woman
Dreaming to meet Maya Angelou

Copyright 2008 Nasra Al Adawi

Me too, Im on a search for Poet Mentor "
Dr. Maya Angelou will you be the one?
Will you be my Poet Mentor"

This post is inspired by Rethabile of www.Poefrica.blogspot.com
Please read his post on Dr. Maya Angelou
http://poefrika.blogspot.com/2007/04/happy-birthday-maya.html

Photo by Saint Sabina Photos on 17 Feb 08

~ Numbness of Time ~

- No Words -
Originally uploaded by Lee Seung Kye

No words in here
Seem all said and done
Within silence
That grasps on walls
Within emptiness
To only age with time
Time has rust our tears inside
Turning our pain numb

Copyright 2008 Nasra Al Adawi

Photo by Lee Seung Kye on 18 Nov 07. Click the photo to reflect on other images

~Reaching In~

Embrace
Originally uploaded by markopoulos

So petals are not reaching out
At a sunlight that spread its rays
There is a home within these inner walls
So when my hands are not reaching lights
I'm embracing my inner strengths
So I can stand in the dark
Alight as the sun
That can circle the dark
Standing all in might

Copyright 2008 Nasra Al Adawi

Photo by Cream of the Crop

~A Diary~

Old diary
Originally uploaded by palace of art

~A Diary~

Fragile as I
Who would have thought?
Papers are fragile as string of life
Pages are locked inside
In delicate bound diary
But dare not open
For all pages will scatter
Just like my life
All scattered in many direction

Copyright 2008 Nasra Al Adawi

My story on a second day of poetry month

Thanks to Palace Art photo, more selection just click the photo

~ Wooden Soul ~

Door in Omani fort
Originally uploaded by Andrea Kirkby

Trace the stillness
A wooden soul
In vibrant testimony
Of what craftsmanship and time creates
Now trace the curves
How many hands had ever touched
A still door !
So it can only feel its inner beat
With all the engraving
A secret beyond wood curving
A breathing soul

"Even doors, as silent as it seems,
It has a voice that can not be silenced"

Copyright 2008 Nasra Al Adawi

April is the moneth of poetry... Dare yourself to see how far can you write...

Photo by Andrea Kirkby in flickr.com. Click the photo to see more creative images