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

We Can Fall

Fallen rock

From a mountain top

It seem so small

Yet before the fall

It was unbeatable

Just like you are

All up there

On a mountain top

Strong like a rock

You think you are

You reached so far

You could hardly fall

You think unbeatable

Copyright Nasra Al Adawi 2017 

In Here

Mircales

~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

The light ahead

Hope

You are a Writer

You are the writer  

Creating a story 

Or many stories 

Your life  

Copyright 2013 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

~ Touch A Woman ~

Hands, a photo by Lupe Jelena on Flickr.

When you touch
Touch a woman
Feel her strength
Linger a little,
Into her soul
Swim into her beauty
You'll be in the water
That’s when you'll taste,
The aroma of her
Its the smell of ocean
The water of who she is
Still yet you will find
There is pearl of you
Hidden so deep,
In the womb of her ocean,
Within precious line of her soul
And if you don’t understand
All this poetic words
Touch a women's soul
Only then you'll comprehend
The deep meaning of my words


When you touch
Touch a woman
Gaze a little into her pain
That’s only when you'll know
Why she is a woman
You'll see her fragile shoulders,
Are just carrying endless weight
Heavy clouds she might be,
Carrying shower of tears
But its not grey clouds that you'll see
She is all sunshine of smiles
So when you touch:
Touch a woman


So whenever there lust beats
That keeps knocking on your door
Answer it back swiftly
That you have touched
Touched a women
You have all gone
Gone on a exploring journey
Sank deeper than her mountains
You have touched core of her soul
Your whole being just reached
Where no man can ever reach
Climbed the peek of earth
Your breath swept away
Yet you explore
As you touch a woman
Its was merely touching your soul
As deep within her
There is pearl of you


Copyright 2007 Nasra Al Adawi


Inspired by South African saying “When you touch a women, you touch the rock”

~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

~Tough Moments~

When writing gets tough

It’s Mr. Poetry had taken off

How could I be deserted

So I call on you Mr. Poetry

Its tough to be without you

Feeling alone without words

Here the end of a poet

So to take me on

A room to lean on you

As I’m no longer Nasra

Without your inspirational words

Nor poetic thoughts

That keeps me really going

So when writing gets tough

Inspire me with words

Allow me to birth poetry

That’s when I am

In tip of sublime existence

Copyright 2012 Nasra Al Adawi  

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

~Come To Me~

~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

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

~Still I Feel Poetry~

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~

Im all the poetry that I feel

And all the feelings that I'm going to be

copyright 2008, Nasra Al Adawi