When words arrives

Fallen so gently

It tickles all the senses

Calling so swiftly

Pleading for  words to linger

Just a bit longer

For  verses of soul:

Need to be penned

 Copyright  2017 Nasra Al Adawi

~ unknown ~

Is that glow
Some of your radiance
Within far distance
Or  its illumination of my heart
That distracted my view and glance
In plethora of emotions
Which abstracted a compass 
To leave me without directions
So I'm up on on journey
Undecided if you are part of it
Or am I heading without you
My emotions are overflowing
Simply full of unknowns

Copyright 2016 Nasra Al Adawi

Prisms

Waking up being grateful for the hands that reached out to me .. During hard and good time .. I wouldn't be here without help ...

Thank you. .j

In Here

~Let it Be Tears ~

Tears [teers], a photo by miktess on Flickr.

So tears had already fallen
Delightful that it had taken that path
Mingled with the surface
Then the wind touched it and carried it over
Delightful to take it to another destination
Mixed with the colors of earth
Once were sad tears …
It continues on wards to discover
Tears has many meaning than a language of pain
As it mingled with the wind
There are time its apparent
That tears are rain droplets that brings new life
It does not cease as it gets absorb in earth
Arises new sprout that reaches out to the sky
A dead seed once..
Now it continues to be a new life
The journey of tears will continue to light

Copyright Nasra Al Adawi 2013

~Uncover your Future~

Open the door of your mind and see the light, a photo by Pete Georgiev on Flickr.

While He was away …

Reality hits that He has gone with no return 

Loneness had fallen 

A curtain of dark shadow placed inside

The urging question continued to knock 

Repetitively asking the daring question 

This lonesome is it a journey? 

Or perhaps a short stop than one has to take

Aches, denial, refusal of this feeling 

On whatever emotion that had taken place

You wonder if you can allow yourself to just cry 

Letting out a burning cry that was meant to erupt 

Yet, pride stands on the way 

Telling you that you are a strong woman

A rock that had fallen from a mountain 

When a rock falls, no one hears its cry 

What had stayed inside is a story remained untold 

The pain suppressed, your rock is really a fragile glass 

Cracking little by little if it continues to be unresolved 

Face it Ms rock, let go.. let your tears out

Once you were a part of mountain, now you are the charisma of a rock

Loneness can be a statement, yet it’s not a forever status

You will learn to mingle with the wind,

Once you have dared, now you will feel and touch the rain 

Not only that you will discover new unexpected journeys 

You will allow yourself to freely travel with wadies 

A travel that you would never think can take place

This will occur little by little ..

All will happen in its due time 

It will only be in your hands to take the undiscovered journeys

Allow yourself to not fear it, rejoice the unknown

The undiscovered will be a new opened door 

Welcome to the future with an open embrace 

Copyright August 2013, Nasra Al Adawi

~I’m Without Your Wings~

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

My Favourite One

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...

~Desire for Light ~

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...

Poetic Mood

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

Poetry Era

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

~Poetry Release~

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