A window Within Myself

Unbeaten

2012-01-19T12:40:00.001-08:00

Women care Birthing Suite at Fortis Hospitals, a photo by fortisHosp on Flickr.

Had enough crying
Had enough complaining
Got to stand up
Got to be a woman
Unbeaten by tragedy
Won’t die with pain
Meant to bear the aches
Conceiving a child
In midst of pain
An ultimate joy
On arrival of ones kin
So nothing can beat a woman
As she can stir her pain
So here I am a woman
Unbeaten by tragedy

Copyright 2012 Nasra Al Adawi

Ziyana

2011-12-08T10:13:00.001-08:00

As YouAre

My Existencefor Life

Happinessthat Survives

MyZiyana

A Journey of Healing

Keep Smiling

2011-11-03T13:09:00.000-07:00

Its not falling that keeps us courageous

It is smiling that behold us

Its not tears that speaks for our sadness

It is smiling beyond our pain and tears

Then comes the voice of anger on a double rages

It is smiling that hold us against our weakness

Thoughts of revenge submits

Within the spells of forgiveness

Yet the heart does not forget the trails

It can not help it but being cautious

But bravely smiling to uplift us

Parading true colours

Life is over-daring; one has to stand beating falls

We keep smiling to keep us simply courageous

I'm Crossing

2011-10-28T21:57:00.000-07:00

Its Time for Me to Cross My Set Path

On My Own

These Feets are Made to Cross Many Journeys

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Enough of Fake Tears

2011-10-19T08:22:00.001-07:00

Golden tears, a photo by andrea francesco on Flickr.

Hush….
Don’t spill crocodile tears
I’m no longer moved
I’m no longer torn apart
This woman is done with your lies
You are dead and gone in my heart
So where are you positioned
A history with lessons vigorously learned
Trig all your threats
Nothing pierces this heart
Once again, hear it from me
I have fallen deaf to your lies
Now turn around: Head back to where you came
You are dead and gone in my heart
Your chapter forever closed

Copyright 2011 Nasra Al Adawi

(this beautful photos is from flickr.cm by Andrea Francesco)

2011-09-05T10:45:00.000-07:00

Wordless Poetry

Wanted to write since I was in hospital but not getting the time to pin my thoughts. I'm grateful for the life that I have. I'm grateful for miracles that I'm seeing every day, the simplest one blessings through the hard times and acknowledgment that no one is immune in facing trenches of life.
I'm also learning many other aspects of life, the main one is motherhood. Here I am a mother of two now with a baby girl about to be two years old and a 20 days old baby boy. I come to appreciate motherhood, as the journey that shuffles in many ways at time it is not easy ride. Hope I can do my best of it, in teaching them good values, tolerance in life, respect and humanity but above all acceptance of who they are and willingness to learn lessons of life as they ride its waves.

So if someone asks me where am I now? My answer will be, still trying to be a poet, a student of life and motherhood and here I am reshuffling my life one step at a time.
So where is poetry here, it is the magical weaves of living creating

Sent from my BlackBerry® smartphone from Oman Mobile!

~Sentence on Woman~

2011-07-25T12:08:00.001-07:00

Judge hammer, a photo by ssalonso on Flickr.

Sometime the life that I am in
It does not suit me
Beliefs and attitude seem to be so strange
So at times I’m so angry at our womanhood
How come we as women accept it, to be battered?
To be abused or used and agree it is a women fate
I wonder why womanhood is a fragile being
Then our fate are doomed or judged by those
Never lived in women’s shell
Or felt the anguish of a woman
Then we see him standing as a judge
With a sentence on a woman’s fate

I Can Not Find It

2011-07-13T12:29:00.001-07:00

••• Stars •••, a photo by Fabio Ricco on Flickr.

Tide in silence,
No dreams to light the stars,
No love twinkling us

copyright 2011 nasra al adawi

Anticipated Pearl

2011-07-05T14:59:00.001-07:00

Loose white pink sea pearl, a photo by goldenpearls on Flickr.

You are arriving soon
A blossom of my life
A Peek of this soul
You the pearl that I’m anticipating for
Come lovingly
Arrive here out of my womb
At your own time, reach here safely
Know that I’m waiting for you
To embrace you so softly
Loving you more
As you arrive into my hands
To cuddle you into my world
Witness your moment as you grow
I’m waiting for you …

Copyright Nasra Al Adawi 2011

I’m on both side of the mirror

2011-07-01T00:42:00.001-07:00

She got chains, attached to my head, a photo by Caio! on Flickr.

As I was growing, I was lucky enough to be taught that not much difference between me and my brothers. Everyone had a role in the house, gardening, washing the dishes and so on.
That taught me that really there is no difference what I can achieve as a woman, nothing can stop me from reaching what I want though I had great realization of what is my surrounding environment including tradition.
This course continued as I moved to a household surrounded with ladies, it added my feeling that womanhood is just a physical status not more not less and that had helped me to build confidence including the feeling that I’m capable young woman.
What I was not equipped for that I need to acknowledge that I’m an Omani woman, witnessing a great era of my country where the great leadership of my country calls on women empowerment in all level. Yet this motion is progressing perhaps not as fast as I might expected cause the reality remains that Oman, is still have not got away from the description of being a traditionally male-dominated society, and women are beginning to make their mark. Although the U.N. Program on Governance in the Arab Region describes Oman as "one of the more progressive states in the Gulf region in the area of women's rights." But But it acknowledges, "Female participation in the workforce remains low and areas of discrimination persist."
The issue of women’s right does not only refer only in terms of work force, it is my belief that the work of women’s right is still work on progress. This goes back to my story as married woman, from outside I feel so much empowered but when it comes to home front it feels so restrictive. It’s a daily fight to spread awareness in my own household that there is no difference between a woman and man. If a man gives himself a full right to enjoy life or grasp on opportunities to the maximum so does a woman have to enjoy such right. For instance, If a man can travel for work and work on career advancement, a woman should be supported equally to gain that too if she wishes so.

cooyright 2011 Nasra Al Adawi

Note:
The above is just personal opinion and it is not generalized on all More of personal thought to posted soon..

References:
1-http://articles.cnn.com/2010-08-27/world/oman.businesswoman_1_women-entrepreneurs-frankincense-male-dominated-society?_s=PM:WORLD
2-Feminist Theology
3-http://articles.sfgate.com/2009-02-20/opinion/17190740_1_exclusion-from-informal-networks-tiger-leadership-positions
4-http://www.un.org/esa/socdev/family/Publications/mtelhaddad.pdf

Crashed

2011-06-13T02:17:00.001-07:00

glass, a photo by mayanda on Flickr.

Collect each shattered pieces
For I’m long been rundown
Collect my soul for I had been run all over
Crashed so badly, in countless shattered pieces
Pick me up, for I’m crashed down so badly
So badly crashed
But still undefeated
As I’m woman
Bound to collect my soul
To stand again to face the world

Copyright 2011 Nasra Al Adawi

The Battling Journey

2011-05-31T00:14:00.000-07:00

How near seems the horizon
Yet the reality is
The horizon by far distant away
Just like my dream
To override the curling journey
In front of a steering wheel
Is by far so distant away
I still long to cross the journey
Battling many human laws
To be a Saudi Woman
Just driving in streets of my country

Copyright 2011 Nasra Al Adawi

And We Remain Women After All

2011-03-27T05:32:00.000-07:00

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~A Woman After All~

So they told her… Its your Omani Women’s Day

Signing the longest Letter: Appreciation of all Omani Women to His Majesty

Festivity continues in 2010 Omani Women: Celebrating 40 Years of Prosperity

So she clasps into more celebrations

In every Omani head line: Building Women Capacity

Then 2011, a New Year approached

Once again they told her: Its International Women’s Day

Rejoice it and celebrate it

Yet reality blows another truth

As she returns home, a husband to remind her

That her peak...is just an illusion

As she is just a woman.. all fragile

To be handled under the care of a man

Isn’t she after all a vulnerable woman?

In New York

2011-03-22T03:06:00.000-07:00

I smile to you

As the charm spreads

Across my face and touching you

In many ways, delighting your day

So I ask you to just accept me

Just the way I am

In my simplicity

Holding the world in a smile

Beyond Amputation

2011-02-24T01:36:00.000-08:00

It feels like its over

Trembling mountains

And I’m the defeated rubble

Given no chance for climbing

The peek that I stood so high

Seemed just a tale of what I was

So what remains of amputated legs?

A will spirit to stand

But standing remains impossible

I begin once over crawling for life

Copyrignt 2011 Nasra Al Adawi

The gift of willpower sparks

I write For You

2010-12-28T06:11:00.001-08:00

pen and paper
Originally uploaded by LucasTheExperience

I want to write you a poem
Scripting love words and more
Yet the words are resisting
Keeping the page so empty
A thick fog, blinding the journey
I still want to snatch those words
So I can wrap them in thoughts
Persisting against all misty walls
So I can only write a poem to you
Stating with no doubts I’m yours

copyright 2010 Nasra Al Adawi

So, what does this poem means..
It means thank you for taking time to be here with me
Wishing you Happy Happy New Year

~ Miscarriage ~

2010-10-20T19:53:00.001-07:00

15th October is Baby Loss Awareness Day
Originally uploaded by *Kirsty

You remained so still
Loved your silence
I wasn’t aware
That was the sign
Of drifting away from me
Yet I waited for heartbeats
Beats that were silent for awhile
Then I never heard it
I remained delusional
That you will exist within my existence
Yet, the truth is ..
You have long drifted away

Copyright 2010 Nasra Al Adawi

-Remembering 17th of October 2010-

~Revival~

2010-09-03T12:00:00.001-07:00

It feels so deserted
A space so empty without you
I know it was me who left
But how come you have broken our chain
It seemed like we were unbreakable link
And now. Your words aren’t appearing
Lost inspiration, cannot be revived
So the poetry stopped
Then all you can find:
That this soul of mine is little by little is dying
As there is no existence with you my poetry
Enough boycotting, enough desertion
Revive me, towards words and back to poetry

2010 copyright Nasra Al Adawi

zi world

2010-06-09T06:44:00.000-07:00

~I’m Without Your Wings~

2010-05-24T05:46:00.001-07:00

Flying without wings...
Originally uploaded by achew *Bokehmon*

I come to you as a woman
Wanting to lean
To carry me with your wings
But you let me down
Yet you don’t know that I’m un-crushable
You rejection gives me strength
To face all the might
Reaching the pick without your wings
As I learned to climb towards my journeys
All alone as a woman empowered

Copyright 2010 Nasra Al Adawi

zi walks

2010-05-05T11:46:00.000-07:00

Here is my Zi latest moves ...its great to see here on the walker..Cant wait till she take her real steps

Arriving Here

2010-04-12T06:11:00.000-07:00

(Title: Soul 2 Soul Artist: Chris W Brown Creative Views)

When I arrived in here

I tangled within life

Colours flourished between my eyes

In midst of all colour splash

A growing bud is surly alive

Still yet existed with no rush

But if the rope is retreated

I will turn to withdraw

A glad acceptance to be chanced

Yet the colour still calls me back

To glow through all the strokes

Amazingly chanced

I want to Float

2010-03-24T23:21:00.000-07:00

A touch of narcotic

To how far to reach
Seems earth not enough
If I can float one more time
A second to be so far
Away from pain
Closer to ecstasy
How can this be an addiction?
A salvation out of twinge
But to all I’m just a drug addict

Copyright 2010 Nasra Al Adawi

This poem makes me feel so sad, knowing that drugs is an existing problem in our country. It makes me angry, it makes me worries and I wonder how to protect our children. The reason of this poem is to portray a voice of a drug addict who at many times is on denial that he/she has a problem and need help. We have Ibn Sina hospital that has receiving pittance undergoing treatment to free them from the addiction. I’m not sure how much and what is done in Ibn Sina but of course I applaud for having a hospital . A great step for Oman is having the new association that is playing the orle of spreading awareness on drugs, additionally having to read that a full fledge centre for rehabilitation is getting built to support patience to overcome their addiction. But that is not all also the Royal Oman Police are strictly taking steps against drug sellers.

My Favourite One

2010-01-31T19:29:00.000-08:00

One you are...

An offspring of being

The only one

A gift of my existence

The one that changed my life

With all the scatters, you remain my only one

A daylight to all the glooms of my being

And you will remain as always

The number one in every thoughts I have

Copyright 2010 Nasra Al Adawi

This the gains of attending a creative writing workshop, facilitated by Priyanka Sacheti who is a freelance writer and journalist based in Muscat, Sultanate of Oman. An Author of three volumes of poetry during her school-years.

What I have learned in the workshop, sometime even though you are believe you are poet but still you can add more to your craft by learning and acquiring knowledge to what can be described a row talent. The poetry that you have just read was part of exercise on numbers and the outcome of the Poetry Workshop. The point of this story is I’m glad that I participated in the workshop. It allowed me to view writing with different eyes.

The photo is my Zi in her 4months..A delight of my life...

~ Deserted Words ~

2009-12-30T12:24:00.001-08:00

Black & White Book
Originally uploaded by vandango

She stared so long

Staring at an empty page

Waiting for words to appear

Yet words refused to surface

And the poem that she was longing for

Remained unwritten

She pleaded to words

Hoping that she can be allowed

After her long abandonment

To be forgiven for her absence

So once again she could shine within poetic words

But the page remained unwritten

Words refused to appear

Copyright 2009 Nasra Al Adawi

“When you desert writing, its words may desert you”

~Desire for Light ~

2009-11-29T12:16:00.001-08:00

A song to light
Originally uploaded by Catch the dream

I want to write a poem about you
That you keep chaining me
With your thinking
I long for sunlight
You are afraid to get sunburned
So I keep me in the dark
But I cannot match you
Yes I sneak to get glimpses of light
Is this a sign of oppression?
A heart that longs for daylight
The longing increases in desire
Desires are incontrollable
It needs to be fulfilled

Copyright 2009 Nasra Al Adawi

When a heart longs, there is not stop to this heart to reach its desire...

~Poetry Pathways~

2009-11-29T11:20:00.001-08:00

Pathway to the Tomb
Originally uploaded by donnacorless

A pathway to universe
Then the dream to reach it
So I hold a pen
I contently write my heart out
Poetry flames
The path reveals itself
Without me knowing it
I am on the universe

Copyright 2009 Nasra Al Adawi

Sometimes I don’t plan what to write, writing creates its own pathway. I respect it and I embrace this gift ...

Grabbing

2009-11-22T10:30:00.001-08:00

Day Two Hundred Two: Never
Originally uploaded by MargauxV

I admit I’m all weak
Weak over your words
To flip the world for you
Just to grip reaching your love
Yet I’m nowhere to you
I know the fault is mine
But I face all in courageous face
Learning the hard lessons
I’m on the level of these skies
Unchaining my own weakness
Grabbing strength by the might of my hands
And with the will of my soul
I stand being a proud Woman
Defeating fear and weakness

Copyright 2009 Nasra Al Adawi

~Once More~

2009-10-06T05:41:00.000-07:00

You fall asleep
I see you, soaring to a distance land
There you are, jumping with clouds
So you can reach the stars
You are a happy child
A tiny angel of mine
As your flicker your angel eyes
I love you once more

Copyright 2009, Nasra Al Adawi

~`Your Arrival~

2009-09-28T17:20:00.000-07:00

Never thought it will be so soon
The sparkle that had shone
Your arrival changed my life in a storm
Yet cuddling you and taking you home
Seem my life was not lived before
A miracle that God kept for me in store
Happiness winched through pain
Having you, all subtracts only my life sustains

On 20th of September my baby arrived into my world. What more can be a miracle than that.

This photo was taken by my cousin Hanan Al Riyami. Thank you Hanan for such lovely photo...

Waiting …Time for Iftar

2009-08-25T21:04:00.001-07:00

أصيلة الأصيلة Asila Omaniaah
Originally uploaded by digitalazia

Now, my blogging begins
On how long that I have not written
Writing seems to be a huge treat
A luxury treats that I cannot receive everyday
As I’m here, its pure indulgence
Purely tasting the delight
As you read my thoughts…
Pray for me my new journey
Can be a simple as the one I just walked through

(A brushing thoughts from Nasra Al Adawi, As she is on anticipation for her first baby arrival)

…Let me take this time to wish you, Ramadhan Kareem…May this month be a delight …

The photo is from my Favorite Omani Photographer Ahmed AlShukaili. Pls click to view his other work from Oman

Poetic Mood

2009-08-06T23:49:00.001-07:00

Don't Let Me Go
Originally uploaded by Araleya

How could I forget?

That you are the one who saw my light

Encircled my shadows, subtracting the dark

Thoughts that I never thought of

Words that I never knew I had

Away from my physique

An existence had been created

Sensuality to live in

Oh, How I love this emotion

Just to be in a poetic mood

“Have you ever noticed the feeling that comes when you are inspired to write? An advice, don’t let go of it...”

Nasra Al Adawi

A natural path

2009-07-11T12:57:00.001-07:00

motherhood
Originally uploaded by TyC

Where one can begin?
In place that has no rest for poetic words.
A subtraction of poetic dreams, you find me in hollow
Lost in words but I survive the obscurities
The world that I cannot comprehend
A waiting child existing within me
A survival dependency
Yet I’m in line between childhood and motherhood
A path that keeps me in anticipation
Love that is not flamed on lust
A natural path like a seed bearing roots
I keep breathing the change
I admit I’m fearful of what would take place
So I put on my radiant smile
To carry me towards my next path
I’m all expecting

Copyright 2009 Nasra Al Adawi (July 11, 2009)

Women Cultural Symposium

2009-06-16T04:21:00.000-07:00

ِI had great opportunity to meet women who are activist in social work recently. I have always dreamt to be seating with pioneers who have made such mark in the history of my country, indeed this event was a life time event for me. As my company Tawasul sponsored Women Cultural Symposium in Salalah hosted by Dhofar University and Slalah Centre for Business Women. This was great chance for me, not only to network, but to be inspired by how other Omani women who have been kind of leaders working in field of social work and even meet women who are member of State Council. Tawasul had aimed to sponsor this event to be part of organization that enhance the role of Omani Women in the society and to address challenges that Omani women faces. A well desevered applaud to my organization.

~Professional Development~

2009-06-09T13:00:00.001-07:00

~Professional Development~

A new chapter begins
I stand there clueless
Aspiring for a position
Is it a dream, to get a career for a woman like me?
I no longer want to be helpless
So I wonder why I don’t dazzle with multi skills
In professional development, a journey begins
I’m an Omani woman, who is not afraid to compete
As the competitive world revolves, here I am equipped with skills
I take the challenge to whichever directions that blows.

At times, to stand in the job front is hard, everyday there are new challenges. The need to prove that you are worthy of that job and the position that you have been appointed, so to my Omani sisters don’t stand there feeling helpless. Equip yourself with multi skills and yes think about professional development, your step for empowerment.

The illustration was created by a Qatari artist with pen name of Zoom. Please click on the painting to see more of her creative work.

~Come To Me~

2009-05-22T09:04:00.001-07:00

~Come To Me~

If holding a pen will inspire me
For flash of words to arrive
Would had held that pen a bit longer
Scribbled as much gibberish words
Knowing at end, words will spark to me
A light of contents will hold my being
For finally inspiration had arrived to me
Like awaited sparks flashing in front of my eyes
And you are the poetry that I’m waiting for
Please, come to me…

Copyright 2009 Nasra Al Adawi

~I’m Waiting ~

2009-05-14T14:13:00.001-07:00

PIECE OF MY HEART
Originally uploaded by rainbow soul

I’m waiting for your music
Your tune that I never heard before
Tiny finger tips stringing on my being
Bring your music on
Seems a lifetime that I spent waiting
Connect me to you in a language of your tune
Nothing lost in translation
As your music needs no words of language
Just tiny tinkles on my soul

Copyright 2009 Nasra Al Adawi

≈ Poetic Survival ≈

2009-04-03T12:50:00.001-07:00

lumière
Originally uploaded by ling_ling

In mid of noises and distractions
Will poetry prevail?
When the current is so strong
To just carry us ashore
It seems life has no place for words
Nor there is impulse moment to poetically dream
You are the poet who lost control
You feel the rush
Yet the current pulls you down
You fight reality
So you can just keep one glint of inspiration
A tiny spark to light your fire
It’s all you can hold
Grasping hope
For one inspiration that will keep you alive
A poet for one day
Yet it’s lifetime enlightenment
Poetry survives

Copyright 2009 Nasra Al Adawi

Write Me a Little

2009-03-29T08:27:00.001-07:00

write me a letter...
Originally uploaded by Linda Cronin

Poetic thoughts came out to me
Softly spoken but firmly
“Write me a little
When course of life changes
Where there aches
That keeps tears falling
Don’t hide away to tremble
Write me a little
Words that can keep you standing
Draw your faith out of weakness
So your falling teaches you
That every fall you can gather yourself
To stand bolder than before
Without fear that fall can hinder you back
So write me a little
Gathering your faith that you can face it all
Smile at agonies, soon or later they keep leaving
Know that nothing remains forever
Not worth to mourn deep down your heart
You have the choice
Turning your page
Taking a step to write a new start

Copyright 2009 Nasra Al Adawi

If you love writing and course of life takes away your love. Don’t dismiss your passion cause everyday you keep writing through your thoughts. Allow you thoughts to speak to you, everyone needs a gateway you choose what works for you. Mine comes through writing. How about yours ?

~A Part of Yourself~

2009-03-19T09:36:00.001-07:00

109 - I need light in the dark as I search for the resolution.
Originally uploaded by whatmegsaid

~A Part of Yourself~

Finally
Blooming within
For crossing the miles
It takes a journey in oneself
A course not all can take
It’s a long searching
When the staring light
Still seem dark clouds
Illuminate such darkness
Simply a self persistence
Giving yourself to yourself

Copyright Nasra Al Adawi 2009

There are no add on to what already said, sometimes just allow a lingering silence to speak what is left untold.

Photo by whatmegsaid in www.flickr.com

~Chase Away Loneness ~

2009-03-02T00:03:00.001-08:00

her love's soul
Originally uploaded by lorrainemd

I know that I arrived here all alone
And I know that I will also retire similarly alone
But all in between, where are you standing
You are so hesitant and so far way from me
It’s been so lonely, in such dark womb
All seem to be so unconnected from me
Noises, earth and you
But I’m here next to you, more likely beside you
Entwined existence that is me and you
In a seed that melts our differences
Acknowledge me, as I’m a woman wanting to be a woman
A woman beyond sensual and her existence is not being alone

Copyright 2009 Nasra Al Adawi

~You Are: In My Universe~

2009-02-26T00:11:00.001-08:00

embryo
Originally uploaded by wizmo

For the first time I hear your heartbeats
Within my inner universe
As you swim through my embryo
Your existence connected to mine
I dreamt of you today
You are the face that I never met before
A face of angel child coming to my way
Your appearance in a dream
Had honored me to be a mother for today
And I accept to be your mother for life

Copyright 2009 Nasra Al Adawi

Sometime events creates who you are, changes you to a new person, the events however they may even be good or bad, some look at it as gifts of God or even miracles to test you in life. Its your choice on how you react towards them….

Photo Wizmo in flickr.com..

~A Second Chance~

2009-02-15T19:14:00.001-08:00

BuscaPé Dia 2 - Marihuana
Originally uploaded by sordojr

Laps of time
Been so long
Since words has been exchanged
Fire me a glow
That I missed from a track of time
A glow of you when you left me behind
Like leaves reaching for light
Pleading for a ray when days clouded with dark
Throw me a light to gasp from my drown
To reach out for life, to grasp on a second chance
In absence of sunlight, a pale leaf is about to die
Yet its just a single ray that gives a kiss of life
When all is thought is about to end
There is a second chance that swerves a life course

Copyright 2009 Nasra Al Adawi

Sometime you are sent with people to cross your world so they can swerve your thought or maybe a channel of your life. Appreciate their passing, as they are a glow in ones dark moment. Thank your Creator for allowing such gifts to pass your journey.

Its been a road of discovering for me as the change of being single to married life. Transition takes time; I’m going to find my track as always I find a light in the darkest lane of life. If you have not known by now I’m determine to take a triumphant flight.

Photo by sordojr on 8 Feb 09, in fwww.flickr.com

The Children Of Gaza

2009-01-06T04:33:00.001-08:00

Ghaza(Palestine) 27/28 Dec 09. Israel kills
Originally uploaded by Hamlet_82

Have you heard

Their pain and cry

Calling on us

Stop Killing Gaza's Children

No one is hearing

The slaughter is continuing

When will it end ?????

(Hamlet 82 had shared his photo here in flickr.com, pls click the photo to view more )

Poetry Era

2008-12-29T04:39:00.001-08:00

Earth's Poetry
Originally uploaded by monerxz

I began my day as if I’m not here, though physically I was at work but my heart and soul was floating beside the mountain trying to reach the peek of earth. The float was unimaginable, hollowness, with cool breeze yet it’s not so cold that makes you shiver, it was just a right sort of coolness. My heart was so calm that no doubt it had absorbed all the calmness which had lingered in the air turning me into Miss Calm.

Yet what I loved about the floating effect, it was the swirls of poetic mood and how it had rooted in me. I was all poetry just like I have never been there before. It is exactly how Carl Sandburg, American Poet and Novelist, would say that being in poetry is an echo that asks the shadow to dance. That is where I am now in a poetic elevation fulfilling my being. I can only break here this chain of thoughts by emphasizing my point through a quote of Carl Sandburg “Poetry is the journal of a sea animal living on land, wanting to fly in the air” and I would end with a thought of Voltaire, A French Philosopher and Writer, he eloquently expressed the poetry effect by saying “Poetry is the music of the soul, and, above all, of great and feeling souls.”

I assure you that I’m still carrying my sanity but turning to poetry I can translate my poetic transition with definite words of Emily Dickinson, American Poet, “Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion; it is not the expression of personality but an escape from personality. But, of course, only those who have personality and emotion know what it means to want to escape from these”. When I’m in poetry, I submit myself to stillness, the peek of beauty realizes in front of me and I come closer to understand how our Creator artistically created our entire life form existence and such beauty it can only be pure poetry. The description of this beauty does not require words, is simple as said by Audrey Foris,
“Poetry is not always words.” As you take a good look through each details of universal existence that we humen know of, one can only admit with John Keats in his exact words that the poetry of the earth is never dead.

When poetry come to me, I feel my guitarist fingers searches for strings, the strings are words that I play with them, unite them creating my own tunes, I become so relieved from what had agonized me and what have bewitched me. I am in the hands of poetry entirely released what might be just a single piece of music that quenches the thirst, this brings me to one feeling which tuned accurately with Dennis Gabor words “Poetry is plucking at the heartstrings, and making music with them.” So when I go back to forgotten poem. I once again remind myself to where my soul have elevated into a life journey. Robert Penn Warren, translates my feeling towards poetry in his own way as he said “The poem... is a little myth of man's capacity of making life meaningful. And in the end, the poem is not a thing we see - it is, rather, a light by which we may see - and what we see is life.”

Copyright 29 December 2008 Nasra Al Adawi

~ Residing in a Soul ~

2008-12-22T04:08:00.001-08:00

Dusk and the boy
Originally uploaded by LensENVY

Has it been in a place?
That resided for awhile
A gap between times
A silence amidst of breath
In a forgotten place
Just deserted even from the wind
Undistracted peace
Weaved within silence
Just detached for all what I think I am
With no clue where I have been
And towards where I would reach
As the weight of bones are freed
Unveiled with humanely skin
With all the scars are erased
No powder mask to face
Then was in my soul exposed
For once, I truly resided into my soul

Copyright 2008 Nasra Al Adawi

Walking Towards Married Life

2008-12-07T20:27:00.001-08:00

HanaBridalFormals052
Originally uploaded by soulsticecity is back

If I was told to write a book, it would have been a book on getting married. Recently it has been so poetic moments as I see the days shredding its time, bringing me closer to be a married woman. My wedding date is on 11/12/2008.

Every day, I see a new page, a page of life that I have never experienced before, it comes with anxiety, anticipation and the fear of choosing a journey I’m not sure where it may lead me. The submission to another soul, where you submit not only yourself but you shred all you clothing (not in actual but in poetic terms) to another human-being for the sake of love and unity of marriage.

Sure its put in many terms, the definition of marriage but as I walk towards it, I’m confused of how it can be termed.

So I ask what has been not touched of me, my inner being. “Oh soul! Is all of you primed to walk on marriage endeavor. Walk slowly like a bride, smile in anticipation that you are afraid but lovingly accepting the terms of this entire journey. Grow wisely with its waves, embrace all its tides, and when there are times passes you, gasp for air to exist and to excel of who you are. Yet, there are times just gasp for love, an air that you must inhale as if it runs amiss how you can survive. Keep thoughts in mind that when its all low tides, raise the waves so it can skirt ashore.” A soul conversing.

So, you can see that even though seeing my feet walking on the aisle. Yet I’m taking the journey empowered with love, not only his love but my family who have been so courageous to survive wedding symptoms and let me assure you that there are many of those. I can not explain such family love cause it has translated in each member of my family, I can not be lucky than I am for being granted with such love …To you my family, I’m all gratified to your love and kindness..

Though it remains here as the last line, but I kept it for you my friend so it will remain till the end in your mind. Thank you for being all you can be ….a friend of mine in this new journey. You friendship, did not move me, but it made me who I am now walking on love. Thank you for being a friend …

Nasra Al Adawi
8/12/2008

~Feet That Takes Me~

2008-11-26T20:56:00.001-08:00

Day 39/365 Put one foot in front of the other... and dance!
Originally uploaded by {heather}

I appreciate
At each step
That carries me forward
A stand that holds me
Keeping me walking
Despite the uncertainties
With all my trembling
You see me standing
So I learn that my feet
Keeps me walking
Standing beyond obscurities
I stand and take steps forward

Today, Im all appreciating for the feet that keeps me standing, I crossed many miles because my feet keeps me walking..

Be tender to your feet, care for them immensely, as they are the one that keeps you standing …

Copyright 2008 Nasra Al Adawi

~A Journey Missed ~

2008-11-19T10:33:00.001-08:00

fog road
Originally uploaded by jamtea

It’s the road
When its unclear
That is what it scares us
We fear the journey
A journey unclear

Its in all of us, a fear of taking a course that seems unclear. How do we grasp on bravery to explore what waiting at the end of the road. Don’t miss the journey; you will know what awaits you when you take that path …

Copyright 2008 Nasra Al Adawi

~ Transformed Swan ~

2008-11-13T11:10:00.001-08:00

Waiting
Originally uploaded by dennyshortt

How feminine can a woman be without her nails?
A long nails, in French manicure
Seem to be a necessity for a wedding day
As I wait for transformation
To glow in a bridal swan
I’m all that bride
With her nails and toes all done
It can only be a French manicure to beautify slick nails
Then pedicure glossing my toes

copyright 2008 Nasra Al Adawi

So what does it take to get married in Omani Zanzibarian culture. I would have made a movie out of it. The episodes and the need to transform into a beautiful swan, a must for every bride.

Would love to share more, I begin the episodes with nails and nail toes … SO my learning does not stop here, here bits from Answers.com on nails and toes :

WordNet: manicure

The noun has one meaning:

Meaning #1: professional care for the hands and fingernails

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The verb manicure has 2 meanings:

Meaning #1: trim carefully; of fingernails

Meaning #2: care for one's hand by cutting and shaping the nails, etc.

A pedicure is a way to improve the appearance of the feet, and their nails. It basically is a manicure for the feet. The word pedicure comes from the Latin words pes, which means foot, and cura, which means care. It also means the care of the feet and toenails. A pedicure can be helpful because it can prevent nail diseases and nail disorders. Pedicure is not just limited to nails, usually dead skin of feet is rubbed off using a rough stone called pumice stone.

~Poetic Management~

2008-11-02T11:07:00.001-08:00

my new office
Originally uploaded by skaw

So I had landed myself into learning, the ways of individual within working environment. Its OB that is Organization Behavior, how a poet grasp the meaning of management and understanding Organization Behavior, I guess I start to observe and use my poetic senses to grasp about a human-being within an organization system. The word its self as OB or as we call it in long term Organization Behavior it tinkle more meaning to me, it goes beyond the reason of understanding the methodology of OB and why we study it. Is it really just to reach that peak, being on the competitive edge. It weighs more into my soul I see an individual within organization, I see dreams that put in drawing adding colors creating vision. The visions are not just a mission statement underlined as objectives yet it can be a living culture that we breathe through.

So now as I walk into my office, I start to question what culture that I’m living through my organization, how am I being part of the company’s mission. But apart of it all how poetry becomes the twinkling flame to motivate and aspire me to work poetically. Not writing poetry at office time but energize a poetic feeling while working, a second level of feeling that your soul is raised a bit higher than your body and its about an appreciation of what you as human –being is able to do. How refreshing to be inspired through the people who are around you ….

I’m blessed for living these gifts ..

"If work do not flame poetry, let you be the poetry that alight your work"

Copyright 2008 Nasra Al Adawi

~ Universe on a Palm ~

2008-10-14T20:11:00.001-07:00

Loch Ossian Dawn
Originally uploaded by Duncan_Smith

Have you ever touched?
A morning wind
That embraces skylights
It was brushes of dawn
That called for the sun
Yet it was previous dark night
Pleaded for the light
And the plea of the universe
Has to be answered
It was just a faithful pray
That can’t rise unheard

Have you ever watched?
The mountains
The shoulder of the sun
Weighing first strikes of heat
Then carrying gentle rays
Towards distance parts of earth
In all the carried aches and pains
It can only be:
Courage’s mountains
And if few stones crumbles down
Know it’s a trifling tear
For all the weights that had been carried

Copyright 2008 Nasra Al Adawi

This photo is by Duncan Smith in flickr.com on how the dawn takes place on one of Scotland's remote places (Loch Ossain). There is more photos to enjoy please click the photo to take a journey in our universe

~A Soul Ray~

2008-10-12T20:21:00.001-07:00

Reflections of my soul!
Originally uploaded by adrians_art

Raising within the dark
Let the sun touch you
Be soul-rays
That immaculate another soul

"I begin my day wondering: Can the sun cleanse our soul like it cleanse the dark. Then wouldnt we glow like the sun?"

photo by Adrian from Flickr.com...

~Keep Poetry~

2008-09-20T12:47:00.001-07:00

shining tear
Originally uploaded by Resmi 17

Where do writers go
When doors are no longer receiving
Where do a heart aches
When tears are not falling
I keep falling
Yet I refuse to remain on floor
So I stand beyond the falls
Just being a woman who wipes her tears
That keeps standing with a brave smile
So if you think you snatched away my words
Within a voice of a soul I keep reciting
The world would not call me a poet
Still the poetry in me carries on

Copyright 2008 Nasra Al Adawi

The Breeze of Home

2008-09-14T13:32:00.001-07:00

Moth-Butterfly

Originally uploaded by

Don Iannone (Will be Scarce on Flickr for a While)

I have been wondering
At a sound of flute calling
The wind does not fight me
A friend that carries me home
I submit to the wind
Breezing me to a home
As my feet lands,
Subtle ground embraces me
I just sink in an aroma within a womb
Petals that sways within my arms
Momentarily I am bewitched
A home that somehow was missed

“Every soul keeps searching, the search does not stop for a soul to find its home. Some of us spend a lifetime of our human existence in search. Yet a soul does not need a tangible home to exist, just a tiny place filled in contentment become a home”

Copyright 2008 Nasra Al Adawi

Inspired by a photo by Don at Flickr.com

~Twinkling ~

2008-09-08T13:12:00.001-07:00

Star not only on the Sky
Originally uploaded by *mike7.net

Standing
In midst of darkness
It feels like a glittering star
How distant it is from all
Still remains a star
Cause all it can do
Twinkle through the night
Seems like hesitant sparks
Yet it glitters in the dark …

“The ups and downs of life, drains away your spark. Have faith in you, for you have been a glittering star within my gloomy nights. You have added many twinkles, creating a beautiful nights. Who ever you are, so distant as you are. Thank you for being a star, creating a shine within the dark.”

Copyright 2008 Nasra Al Adawi

Photo by Mike7.net at flickr.com

Happy Ramadan Kareem 2008!

2008-08-31T04:46:00.001-07:00

Happy Ramadan Kareem 2008!
Originally uploaded by Bai's Reflections

Rejoicing the month of Ramdhan ….

As the month of fasting begins. How can we not welcome it with such happiness?
Those of us just fast from dawn to sunset and as we break the fast, some time we feast on food. There are some others, fasting is the way of life as poverty and starvation accompanies them. No only for a month but many months, its not known when would it end.

Ramadhan flickers a reminder.. A reminder for the blessing that we have, so as we refrain from food and drink… Let us be the hand to help others whom they live a lifetime in fasting..

To All My Brother and Sisters who are commencing this month
May Allah Accept our Fasting, Let Us Be A Helping Hands for Those Unfortunate Than Us …

Photo by Hassan Ali in flickr.com and please click on the photo there information on what is Ramadhan ....

~A Journey Taken~

2008-08-24T19:52:00.001-07:00

Alone on the road
Originally uploaded by sebastijan_belcic

Its all unknown
That is how it is
As blank as a page
You lay the rules
Of where and how to begin
A curvy line for a starting point
Or with letters that creates words
Probably meaningless at first
Yet as you jungle deep
The picture forms a shape
Your steps are taken in assertiveness
The course is clear now
Somehow it all makes sense
As you turn around
Towards the taken journey
Every step taken it’s been worthwhile

“How many of us turn around, towards their past experiences and take a relief that whatever experiences lived its been worth while. Turn around and look at your journey and say to yourself it was a long journey but you made it and head to a new exploration appreciating every step that you about to take. Remember that not all the steps are easy to take. As your journey the course, it’s no denying that you have come from a long journey.”

Copyright 2008 Nasra Al Adawi

~Still I Feel Poetry~

2008-08-22T00:07:00.001-07:00

When each word pours
Rising fountain of words
I’m all the poetry that I can feel
And I’m all the feelings that I can be

Copyright 2008, Nasra Al Adawi

~I Feel Poety~

2008-08-21T09:42:00.000-07:00

Im all the poetry that I feel

And all the feelings that I'm going to be

Unpaved Sea

2008-08-14T08:10:00.001-07:00

Searching Oceans For You
Originally uploaded by martinreach

"Wait For Me"
I pleaded for you
To hear me
To take me with you
Under your wings
"Wait for me"
I could barely speak
But your boat
Sailed without me
Foot prints faded
Harrying for your journey
A journey without me
Despite all oath of love
We forked on a different course
A sea that has no paved path
No prints of your journey
No beginning road
Or a trace for me to follow
So I'm all lost
Tracing endless sea

Copyright 2008 Nasra Al Adawi

This poem inspired by a blog : Selma in the City...The story ..the poetry can not be described ...
Photo is copyright of Martinreach in flickr.com

~Road Contemplation~

2008-08-06T11:52:00.001-07:00

trips(s) to Terlingua
Originally uploaded by clickykbd

Here we are,
Urging to begin at curves that separated us
For two had to take separate ways
No holding hand to ties us together
We took vows to pursue our dreams
Some dreams created by one
Is not necessarily a direction for two
I stand contemplating
If I'm up to taking a dream all by my own
Yet journey a lonely road
What worth such aspiration
In loneliness twinkling star
Here we are
Once again after a taking a lonely journey
Now we return, yet gained a learning experience
Is no longer a separate dreams
A dream of two merged in one
Two roads had joined again to be one-way road

Copyright Nasra Al Adawi

~Love in the Wind ~

2008-07-17T04:44:00.001-07:00

I will not bow to the wind (color version)
Originally uploaded by blogrodent

I love you
As the wind loves the trees
Awaking branches and twigs
Blowing gently
Blowing furiously
The first touch on tips of leaves
Arousing what has gone
Arousing what is going to be
Swiping the breath of trees
To purely breathe the wind
Sways and tangles
In a wind embrace
A love chase that can only be
Of wind and trees

© 2008, Nasra Al Adawi

I wonder where one begins if there no words to express his thoughts...

Photo by blogrodent..click the photo to see more

DHL ships copies of Omani book on cancer to Tanzania

2008-06-19T02:27:00.000-07:00

18 May 2008MUSCAT -- As part of the company's corporate commitment to sustainable communities, DHL Express Oman recently supported the transport of 1,500 copies of Nasra al Adawi's book Brave Faces: The Daring Stand Against Cancer to Tanzania. The book will be used as a tool by organisations and volunteers to help create awareness about breast and cervical cancer in the country. "Nasra's entrepreneurial spirit and support of underprivileged individuals in their endeavours to access quality information about cancer, is inspirational. This is in line with DHL's strategy that is derived from three concepts, investing in people, the community, and environment," commented Geoff Walsh, DHL Express Country Manager, Oman."We are very proud to support Nasra's unique efforts to raise awareness about cancer in Tanzania. Her work is rooted in humanitarian and charitable issues, and she has dedicated her time to educating women about the illness, instilling hope, and contributing to a sustainable environment," Walsh added. The book consists of a collection of intense poetry and personal stories of women who have endured the struggles of cancer and have survived the battle. Born in Zanzibar and raised in the UAE, Nasra has balanced the content of the book to include poetry, professional medical advice, and first person accounts from women who have undergone the physical and emotional pain of cancer."In this book I have taken the opportunity to give tribute in prose and poetry to honour those African women whom I have met, who are coping with either breast or cervical cancer. The bravery of each of these individual women has been my inspiration and I am very thankful to DHL for delivering the books and helping spread my message to women in Africa who are still reluctant to talk about cancer. Breast and cervical cancer are among the most common cancer types in Tanzania," said Nasra. Nasra has a long history in writing poems, articles, and books about cancer and giving the proceeds from sales to children suffering from cancer in Oman. The Tanzanian Breast Cancer Foundation and the South African Health Foundation for Cancer will launch the book in Tanzania by the end of May. It has been written in Swahili and English.
By Staff Reporter
© Oman Daily Observer 2008

~One Step At a Time~

2008-06-14T10:56:00.001-07:00

one step at a time
Originally uploaded by AmyLouPics

I might have lost
What we all call:
Precious love
I might have no one
Waiting for me
Or just to receive that call
With gentle words
Saying "Oh Honey where are you"
In her gentle voice
My world surely bloomed
Now all is empty
Filled with sadness and blues
But I will not end in here
All worn out and in tears
I will live
To find my standing point
I will go on
One step at a time
I have not lost it all
I'm still here
With one hope
That keeps me alive
Its one step at a time

Copyright 2008 Nasra Al Adawi

~ Done With You ~

2008-05-27T13:15:00.001-07:00

twister
Originally uploaded by ducati_rog

I'm done fighting you
You are the wind
That insists entering my door
So I shut all the openings
Closing my way
Leaving you on your own
It's all I can do
Your anger twists within you
Hot and cold
Building your furious soul
Finally a twister of them all
But this is just a starting point
Fueled in anger
To strength your twisting mood
I wonder if there is an end to you
Touch of your hands
Simply destruction
To every beautiful creation
I thought it’s a necessity to fight you
Fuming my soul in anger
To just pinch you so you can taste my pain
You left me all troubled
But I suddenly realized
That I'm getting twisted into your game
I'm done with you
But remember
In all this, your turn will reach
Fate will rotate on you
The torture will cease in my mind
The marks will fade
I have taken a choice
I'm not taking your road

Copyright 2008 Nasra Al Adawi

Photo by ducati_rog on flickr.com

~Cup of Happiness~

2008-05-16T14:21:00.001-07:00

Pouring Tea
Originally uploaded by mrjoro

Fill your soul with happiness
Through your hands only
As now one would do that for you
If you do not initiate to fill your cup
The cup will remain empty
Keep in mind, its DIY
Do It Yourself
No waiters will be serving you
To fill your cup of happiness

"When you are given an empty cup, who can help themselves except to fantasize poured tea in that cup, then it comes the aroma of tea, deliciously inviting you. Yet the first sip seems to be waited endlessly. No doubt it's a nip that awakes all senses."

Copyright 2008 Nasra Al Adawi

Photo by mrjoro

~ My Soul Visits Zanzibar~

2008-05-09T03:02:00.001-07:00

Stairs to the Indian Ocean.
Originally uploaded by tommyimages_com

It seems like yesterday that my father had passed away. I know mentally that he has gone for years but my fountain of tears still has not dried, and all the tears that had cried for him, it is still not enough. Yet the idea of going back to Zanzibar scares me, however I love the image of the island from the sky, the green land, coconut trees standing thin and tall like a model parading her glamour physique. How I loved grasping through the ocean, keeping me breathless with its so ever green waters with strokes from here and there being blue. The work of our Creator is no doubt is beyond the word of being an artist.

As the wheels of the plane touch down the airport runway. The landing at the tiny airport and those tiny airplanes surrounding the airport, I keep going back to my childhood where my father puts me in one of those so I can go flying to Pemba so I can visit my grandparents. The image of my grandfather waiting for me, taking me to his home. The walk through the tiny roads and the smell of the road with touch of dusts from uneven roads. How I loved my grandparent's house, a tiny home filled with memories facing bananas plantation and other trees and all old women sitting outside their houses chatting with their neighbors and as someone passes through greetings have to be exchanged, seems everyone is related to each other. How peaceful this part of earth.

Though it's hard for me to be back to my father's house knowing I would not find him there but Zanzibar I visit you without you knowing through my heart and soul.

Copyright 2008 Nasra Al Adawi

This photo is a copyright of Tommyimages posted in flickr.com. Please visit other photos in his collection...

Facing

2008-05-02T09:39:00.001-07:00

Road into the mist
Originally uploaded by Stevejme

Seems so long since I have taken time to write and it seems my world all misty and Im trying to see myslef where Im heading. Fear over takes me, as Im not sure what to expect ahead. I miss slowing down breathing of what life gives me but what I miss the most is the chance to dream and write. Seems my whole being is missing without the task of poetry writing.

I keep wondering what is the task of my life that it serves… Its been some tough weeks, and now when Im about to stand and speak and let out my thoughts. I still fear that Im still standing in the mid of mist and I wonder in which direction I should be bold enough to take.

There are journies
You will never think is yours
Its easier to belive its someone else’s life
Don’t fear the unkown
Cause all what will happen
You meant to face
Just face to face
No exist or run ways

Copyright 2008 Nasra Al Adawi

~The Grains of Gold ~

2008-04-25T13:35:00.001-07:00

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~

2008-04-24T17:36:00.001-07:00

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~

2008-04-22T11:29:00.001-07:00

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~

2008-04-21T10:22:00.000-07:00

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

2008-04-19T13:19:00.000-07:00

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 ~

2008-04-18T13:03:00.000-07:00

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 ~

2008-04-17T05:28:00.001-07:00

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~

2008-04-15T23:58:00.001-07:00

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 ~

2008-04-14T05:36:00.000-07:00

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~

2008-04-12T14:20:00.000-07:00

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

2008-04-11T12:41:00.001-07:00

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~

2008-04-10T14:33:00.001-07:00

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 ~

2008-04-09T13:14:00.001-07:00

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 ~

2008-04-08T13:29:00.001-07:00

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~

2008-04-07T12:13:00.001-07:00

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~

2008-04-06T12:22:00.001-07:00

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"

Photo by Monster

~ A Dream From Tanzania ~

2008-04-05T12:02:00.001-07:00

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 ~

2008-04-04T13:39:00.001-07:00

- 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~

2008-04-03T13:04:00.001-07:00

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~

2008-04-02T13:54:00.001-07:00

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 ~

2008-04-01T12:06:00.001-07:00

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

Poet Laureate Of The Blogosphere

2008-03-28T07:49:00.001-07:00

Golden Poet !
Originally uploaded by Mostafa saghari

~My Trophy ~

Trophies has not decorated my room
I only own Poetry
Its not made in medals
Just created in thoughts and words
I'm all the poetry that I can ever win
Poetry in my soul
Music without melody
Touch my heart
Hear my tunes
Feel it
It's all poetry

Copyright 2008 Nasra Al Adawi

The BloggingPoet.com will again host the Poet Laureate Of The Blogosphere Election for the 4th year in a row with nominations beginning April 1, 2008. The Poet Laureate of the Blogosphere is the only laureateship chosen by readers.

Previous winners are Amy King, Ron Silliman and Jilly Dybka.

Rules for 2008 are as follows:
1. Those nominated must have a history of posting poetry to their blogs for a period of no less than 1 year prior to March 1, 2008.
2. Anyone can nominate their favorite poetry blogger.
3. Nominations will begin on April 1st and will end on April 20th.
4. Voting will begin on April 21st and will end at !2:00 midnight on April 29th.
5. The winner will be announced on April 30th.
6. As in years past, Billy Jones, aka. Billy The Blogging Poet,, will not be nominated as his hosting the event.
7. English language only
8. Previous winners cannot be nominated.
9. All decisions by the judge will be final.
10. All nominations must be made in the form provided on April 1st. E-mail, write-ins, protests and other means to nominate will not be accepted.

The Poet Laureate of the Blogosphere isn't all that big a deal as previous winners are yet to be household names but like so much of what is done here on the Blogsboro Network it's designed to shine some light on a few who have worked hard and seldom received the recognition they deserve.

Update: Speaking of shining more light, the winner will be given the chance to be interviewed at Living In Poetry.

~Poetry Release~

2008-03-23T12:44:00.001-07:00

pollen
Originally uploaded by Davidoss

Don’t be shy
To come out of the closet
Sooner or later
Words are meant to be released
Like a poet needs words to recite
Allow yourself to release your poetry
Pollen dancing with the wind

Copyright 2008 Nasra Al Adawi

Photo by Davidoss in flickr.com

Preserve

2008-03-20T02:35:00.000-07:00

Photo by Rajish and Eric Lafforgue

Words by Nasra Al Adawi

~Heart To Heart~

2008-03-20T02:30:00.000-07:00

Photo by Ahmed Al Shukaili and Rajish
Words Nasra Al Adawi

~Stone Town~

2008-03-07T09:57:00.001-08:00

Forodhani Gardens, Zanzibar
Originally uploaded by nomadtraveller

"I can not deny
Zanzibar holds my childhood memory"

A dhow had sailed
To an island
Where the coconut trees
Standing tall as the people of this land
The blue sky carried the aroma of cloves
The history of yesterday and now
Had scripted this city
Zanzibar the Stone Town
Then when the night falls
*Forodhani embraces
A welcome with sugar cane juice
Stars and glitters
The sound of waves
Adding on the rhythm
What will always be
Stone Town by night
Gracing Zanzibar

Copyright 2008 nasra al adawi

* Forodhani is a place in Zanzibar city
Where stalls of food are sold and many items
BBQ with special flavor and sugarcane juice

Photo by nomadtraveller at flickr.com

A Link Within A Chain

2008-03-05T02:19:00.001-08:00

Empowering Women
Originally uploaded by rlhinnant

Month of March has many significance as 8th of March is Women's International Day and in addition it is women's history month. With a group like ours Empowering Arab Women*, need to kick off beyond just being a group on a facebook.

Meeting set on 25/3/2008, gathering links to create a chain. We need to hear from all of you what time would be suitable and based on the most suggested timing, the time will be set. A guest speaker will be invited for the event to share her experience with us, an Omani woman who has paved a path in her career or business.

Put in your mind that no one will come from outside to empower you, you need to gahter your self, begin somewhere, have faith in yourself, reach out for your sisters, the chain will link ...

The meeting is open to all women of any nationality as this the arena to exhange ideas...Of course the event is in Muscat

For info email : iamnasra@yahoo.com

* Empwering Arab Women has started as facebook group.

Photo by rlhinnant at flickr.com

~Tangling Flame~

2008-03-01T11:37:00.001-08:00

"Dont wait for love to happen,

lit love within yourself"

entwined...
Originally uploaded by nicki_bennie

I drove ……..
To the edge of my soul
Hushing all chaos within
So I can stand
On a thin lane of who I am
While I was there
I lighted a flame
A flicker of love
So love can begin
All within my heart
Tangling like a plant
Moreover intertwining
Now all over me
From head to toes
That’s when I begun to live love
Naturally it reflected

Copyright 2007, Nasra Al Adawi

Photo by MimiLimi and Nicki Bennie

~Tiny Spark~

2008-02-15T08:37:00.001-08:00

Sparky 03
Originally uploaded by Dean Searle

Hush
This instance
Requires no words
Heartbeats speaks so loud
I fell in this tiny spark
Yet too weak to lit fire
So it glints with no regrets
I accept all the tryouts of sparks
I'm not meant to be a flame
Nor can I ignite a tiny star
That can shoot upon darkest night
Yet you will always remember
That ever first tiny spark
Sure it had stirred the course of night

"Every spark may light a flame, a tiny light that allows you to see in the dark. If your spark does not create a light, do not be afraid to face the dark. Even in the heart of darkness a tiny star may shoot through your way. Or when you just have thought, that you have been encircled with darkness, look above towards the sky, for sure you will find countless stars which can twinkle your path"

Photo by Dean Searle in flickr.com

~A Moment of Absolute~

2008-01-15T14:59:00.001-08:00

Write your destiny
Originally uploaded by [Kantor]

"When I have no reason to write,
I invent a reason to write and
When I'm out of reasons,
I write without a reason.
I keep writing for the sake of writing"

It begins,
Writing for a reason
I scatter all the reasons
Leaves scattering
With a touch of wind
Scattered in all direction
My reasons are descending
Yet, my writing has no end
I keep on scripting
Without a reason
Absolute writing
Soul purification

Copyright 2008 Nasra Al Adawi

Some of the few lessons that I have learned from life, this poem is inspired by Anna Piutti who gracefully accepted my invitation to be interviewed in LIP. Anna had taken me back to Italy but know I'm touring through Anna's poetry http://livinginpoetry.blogspot.com/2008/01/anna-piutti-poetry-without-borders.html

This photo belongs to [Kantor] on flickr.com

~Drizzle On Me~

2008-01-05T11:09:00.001-08:00

Crack
Originally uploaded by Crea.tive

"I miss wiritng and finding myself within poetry, here I am a desert longing for even drizzles on me"

~Drizzle On Me~

If drizzles falls
I will be here
To greet it with my soul
Why can I not receive it?
When it falls so gentle
At times so hesitant
To pour as rain
If it only knew that I needed
A bit of drizzle on me
So I can awake
Tickling with tiny droplets
Nourishing my senses
Moulting the desert on me
A renewal of where I have been
Standing as new
A new start I begin

Copyright 2008 Nasra Al Adawi

photo with apperciation from flickr.com by Crea.tive