~It Could Happen to You~

A made up tale
Full of lies
Yet I was
Just searching for
Some hints of truth
Even if ..
Between the lines


It could happen to you
Lies that you sold
Will be played
Back to you


A made up tale
Will finally be
Narrated back
Again to you
Once there were
Broken hearts
From hurtful lies

It could happen to you
Lies that you sold
Will be played
Back to you


Now remains
Just your heart
Scattered in such
Purley price
Of all your lies

It could happen to you
Lies that you sold
Will be played
Back to you 

~ 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

Like a Wind

~My Pen~

You are magnificently made 
Every curve are thought of 
Nothing is left to coincidence
You are made for a person
Like me
So I can write with you 
Pour my thoughts or emotions 
Right then only holding you 
You will dance
Through touch of my fingers 
You are not because I need you 
My emotions can be poured 
Wihout you
Yet you complete what can
Be forgotten
Capturing moments 
Where they are memories 
No ways to maintain or last
You are the keep of my thoughts 
All written through you 
Yet you enable others
To feel my moments
Just maybe 
They can appreciate what am I 
Even to get closer to this person 
Or perhaps empathise 
With scattered emotions 
Yet.. you were no longer needed 
Not essential to my existence 
I can live without you 
For there were 
Other means pouring my heart
I can shade my tears distantly
With other means or other ways 
But it can be done anywhere 
Not matter how long I desert you
You constantly embrace me
Back
You personalise what I am 
And how I feel 
So when I'm back 
At this hand hold
You silently love me 
Just like old times
No conditions 
I hold you and begin 
Writing with you
In others eyes
This is not romance 
As always you move and dance 
Never denying me not even once 
I wonder why 
It took me that long 
To see you 
Penning my thoughts with you 
Was all I needed right then 
And even right now
No one would pen like you do 
For words that pour out
Simply are my words in you
If that's not love then what it is!

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

~Cleansing of the Sea~

Have you ever came close eye to an eye ..that you stared at your mind and thoughts. What does it look like. I imagine it to be a net… different ropes knotted with each other to create a net. Thoughts flows rapidly within the chain of ropes, yet our troubled thoughts and worries stumbles in theses knots.. Suffocating, calling to be untangled.

The exercise of detangling is merely not an easy journey… Whenever I use to have a chocking thoughts calling on me to release it when I was younger the ultimate way is to throw my thoughts towards the sea.

It was just as the sunlight breaking though the sea, my feet have walked slowly many times this path yet unsure if I submit my breathless thoughts and will it be received by the sea.  Somehow as the light slowly awakes the sleeping sea and shore, it embrace you with tiny mists ..unseen ..Without me noticing easing the knots that suffocates my thoughts. My eyes absorbing calmness of the just awaking sea. My ears are suddenly starting to hear that this sea is breathing just like me …Back and fro the waves are inhaling air...The waves steers melodies that my worries were not hearing its music before.

There I was freeing my troublesome towards these naughty waves ,,, as innocent child plays the running game.. waves back and fro …learning what had been weighing as troubles of the world  is now vanishing with the touch of water droplets… I go inward to my mind, I find it a blank page …there not an even one scribble of thoughts.  There  I was freed ..my mind as vast as the sea …weighing lighter as its waters

So if you ever find yourself as me getting suffocated in thoughts, take yourself as close as you can to touch the sea and listen to the melodic conversation of the waves releasing your worries it will proudly wash it a way.  

Copyright Nasra Al Adawi 2014  

Write On

I can see every bit of stillness or existence… An element to inspire us to write... What hold us is ourselves… So carry on writing for  a reason each thing is a word that can create the beginning of a verse… Write  on my soul… Today no one hear you.. But maybe one person you might inspire... That you move them beyond you can imagine ..

The Face of Trouble

Every journey..
Carries happiness. .
Or troubles takes a path. .
Every hardship is a lesson..
Either one accelerate forward
Or falls apart
Whatever it is
Some learing falls in place

Words 2014 Nasra Al-Adawi

Wheels of Life

~Smiling Sun~

Black velvet..., a photo by carf on Flickr.

Whatever it is..
It does not stop now
Yet whatever is today
Will end somehow
As the curtains of night
Opens its wings
However dark it is
Sunlight will strike
Once was a long dark night
Smiling sun will take a place
Night and Day
Or Day and Night
As earth goes on
Are on continuous race

Words By Nasra Al Adawi

~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

Lessons from Clean Up Oman Campaign

Trash, a photo by photographyguy on Flickr.

Its amazing how your mind could open up from a single thoughts or a campaign. That is how it was for me with Clean Up Oman Campaign, this single campaign I started to view my town in different lenses. A lens that crave for cleanness and gives a disprove eye at seeing clutter in its town. 

Although I have not volunteered in cleaning campaign but the realization on promoting cleanness in my town was a mission by itself. I was able to engage youth in my town who use to play football to be aware of their environment too a task was hard by itself. As an only female who approached football team to clean up the football pitch and the surrounding seem to be starnge and also be at front line in showing them how to collect clutter in the pitch and the area surrounded. 

Yet I realized the task of keeping my area clean does not depend only on me but it also needed to keep others aware and educate neighbors to be aware that it is important to apply responsibility when throwing garbage in the bin and that itself is not an easy task. I started teaching my house assistance on importance to be aware that when throwing the garbage, to throw in allocated bin and not outside as it was apparent that neighbors did not bother to throw in the bin and at times you will find empty bins but all litters are thrown outside. So I volunteered to clear the litter in my area’s bin as I only need myself and my daughter and my house assistance as extra helping hands. 

I thought to myself, its a great achievement to have cleaned my area’s bin but soon or later, l realized my task is not over as the organization that is assigned to collect domestic waste does not do its part fully. This was realized when my home cabinet had broke and there was no way to be fixed, carpenter indicated that my cabinet is not wood that he could reuse them back. SO I had to throw it, but I resolved to throw small piece instead of throwing whole litter in order to encourage the waste collector to carry the pieces. Unfortunately realized that the assigned waste collector refused to collect the pieces and it was thrown outside the bin.

By then I understood by now that huge trash material will not be collected, so we resolved to burning the huge pieces of woods and since my neighbor had thrown cut tree branches. As I watched the tree branches were burning, I was happy that I was able to get rid of the uncollected domestic waste. My happiness did not complete as another neighbor had mown their garden lawn and had not bothered to throw the waste in the bin but thrown everything outside the bin. So I wonder how to really educate such neighbor to be responsible neighbor to maintain our town clean.

Copyright July 2012 Nasra Al Adawi

~Ziyana~

I’m delighted that you have arrived

To see the world through my eyes

Then taking fusions of experiences

To create your own life

Still connected to me

But you are here setting a journey of yours

Becoming a women of your own

That is what Ziyana is all about

Decorating her own path

Copyright 2012, Nasra Al Adawi  

~Its About Hope~

Red Dawn, a photo by -yury- on Flickr.

I’m singing Hope
Sparkling through
The cloudy night
Rising dawn
Absorbing darkness
I’m a firm believer
That hope strikes through
A sunshine fading the night
Evidently I’m here
Over all the turbulent sky
I’m singing hope
Look at it: A new journey
Is just right here
Turning to be a new beginning
Deserving to be a song of hope

Copyright 2012, Nasra Al Adawi