Ask These Tears

If you ask these tears

Why are you falling now

I will wipe you off

There will be no sign of you

Not falling any more

But you are still so here

Resisting to go

As you sheltered inside

Just aching this heart

Stabbing it to die

 

If you ask these tears

Let go of my heart

I want a new start

Where you are not apart

Leave me behind

Cause I don't need you inside

You riffled it enough  

 

copyright 2017 Nasra Al Adawi

Cord

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

Missed that Voice

~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  

~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

~Reaching In~

Embrace
Originally uploaded by markopoulos

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

Copyright 2008 Nasra Al Adawi

Photo by Cream of the Crop

~A Diary~

Old diary
Originally uploaded by palace of art

~A Diary~

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

Copyright 2008 Nasra Al Adawi

My story on a second day of poetry month

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

~ Wooden Soul ~

Door in Omani fort
Originally uploaded by Andrea Kirkby

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

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

Copyright 2008 Nasra Al Adawi

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

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

~Signed Poem~

Firestarting
Originally uploaded by _val_

"not so much a poem
more
a walker's guide to absent friends
at the end of the walk
settled back in the car
all i could hear was the silence"
copyright 2007 Floots

Hush
Listen to this silence
Beating softly as heartbeats
Feel the rush
That awakes your senses
Accelerating, just as heat
It begins with spark
Can fuel into fire
Now your heart is racing
The urgency that fills you
You crave to reach…
To touch, in that instance peek of earth
A moment to be on a tip of flame
Ecstasy beyond physical form
In soul rejuvenation
The world is on your palm
You can feel its in the air
A sublime moment
Words falling
There is poetry in the air
Your soul picks just few of these words
Creating a precious poem
Signed only with your soul
That’s when your words concludes

Copyright 2007 Nasra Al Adawi

Yes, it has been so many days …Living In Poetry has been a place where I learn from each one of those who are into words and poetry. Every time when I read an interview of a poet, it becomes clear that writing is a gift of God, words spur from no where and can not be anything else but the work of a Creator and to be gifted with such talent, its not merely an act of coincidence, every of us has a small task to achieve, even though we stand as a tiny needle in the palm of universe.

Floots with his blog i-land-i-site who had opened my eyes to poetry, nature and human side of it is that to feel the earth, take your steps in life in simplicity as much as you can. Read more about it at http://livinginpoetry.blogspot.com/2007/11/flootsfluting-image-and-words.html

~ Umbilical Cord ~

Cordão umbilical/ Umbilical cord
Originally uploaded by S. Gastaldi

Hollow is my soul
When you are not escalating,
Within my transparent walls
My inner world is empty
Even the thinnest air,
Left me so deserted
All alone craving for words
Words that vibrates an empty soul
That silences a troubled subsistence
Fueling words igniting life in me
Not scattered words thrown inside my home
Your are all Poetry
You are every cell that exists me
How can droplets of words
Ripple beats within my heart
I’m surviving through your cord
Umbilical cord nourishing my existence
I name you by one word :
Poetry

Copyright 2007 Nasra Al Adawi

Photo is by S. Gasataldi in flickr.com . Thank you for this photo Gastaldi.

~ Be My Poetry ~

Originally uploaded by HORIZON

If you know how much I missed you
Would you allow me to write you?
I feel that I’m a pot so empty
In airy thoughts that fills it
If I could scribble you in happiness
Then gloss hope like a painter
Words to float in colors
And on your empty space
The darkness are sparkled
In countless glittering stars
I was calling
On you, through my emptiness
Not to fulfill the void
But to carry me within its surface
So I accept all the layers
On whatever life is gifting
In this understanding to rise beyond all
Now you know how much I missed you
And all the phases I’ve been without you
Just be my poetry
Allowing me to write you

Copyright 2007, Nasra Al Adawi

Many thanks to HORIZON for his photo at flickr.com. Please click the photo to view other collection of his.

The Birth

Nature 1, Man 0
Originally uploaded by http://www.flickr.com/people/daveward/.

A sprout want to find away to live
In utterance reaching out life
Life breaks through dark soil
In fragile bud pushing its way to life
Learning how to seek light
Piercing through darkness
Blossoming out of a tiny seed
Hesitant trunk grasping to stand
But it just can’t push against time
There will be a time
When it will outgrow its fragile form
Standing affirm among plants of earth
The growth is gradual
No one can leap curves of life
A journey that has to be lived
Within its destined time
Once was a sprout
Now journeyed, sprouting to earth
To reach out light
In dignified stand on a floor of earth
Living the intimacy of life

Copyright 2007 Nasra Al Adawi

Many thanks to DaveWard posted in flickr.com

~ Daughter of Oman ~

Village Children
Originally uploaded by JP London.

I met her fairly recent
On a sisterhood web site
The morsels she shares
Are enjoyed with great delight

She is still young in age
But wise beyond the years
Her calling is to help others
And wipe away many tears

Nasra tells many stories
As she travels along her way
Seeking aid for the sick ones
In all she has to say

Daughter of Oman
I want all to see
You have touched my heart
Dear sister to me

I am proud to call you sister
It is wonderful to hear your voice
And although we have never met
We became sisters by choice.

©Maggie Lee Scott


Here the poem I would like to treasure for life and frame it in my heart a poem I received unexpectedly by Maggie Lee Scott she has a blog Southern Women With Backbones (www.southernwomenwithbackbones.blogspot.com/ ). Maggie writes gentle peotry that touches your heart so gently.


Dear Maggie
This poem made me feel content about all and what is happening in my life. I dreamt of winning a Nobel prize and this is it. The cheer pride and being overwhelmed, thank you for bringing me and seeing a person not so much while Im running around in life, I guess you tend to forget to appreciate the person who is inside, the one stands deeper than the layers of your skin. Your poem made my soul blush and I’m touched deeply…

As for the photo in here it is by JP London from flickr.com of Omani Children who are wearing traditional clothes. Our Omani Traditional clothes are very colorful. JP I appreciate this Photo…

~ My African Names ~

Well I’m thankful to Szavanna of www.szavannablog.wordpress.com/ who posted a song by Nneka. Nneka is an African singer born in Nigeria. Hope you will enjoy her music.

Misali Island, Pemba, Zanzibar
Originally uploaded by 8mt.

~ My African Names ~

As I opened my eyes
Born in Africa
So they told me about Zanzibar
They poured my heart with many tales
Wrapped in stories of Stone Town
So I was born in Africa
In a womb of African Island
Embraced with Indian Ocean
With petals in pride of mix
Comoro Island glowed my ancestor’s petals
Mgazidja * I would hear my dad say
Then they poured me with other colors too
Manga * they will call, tracing my Omani heritage I suppose
Yet what it had remained Mpemba * where the Island I was born
An island famous for growing kalamti* tree
Yes I’m born in Africa
Struggling with broken Swahili
I call it price of living out of Africa
So as I stand here in Oman
It does not frighten me
When I’m called Afriqiyah *
Nor am I offended to be called Zinjibariya*
For its noting but the truth
I’m the daughter of Africa
So you can call me all those names
For nothing bothers me at all

Copyright 2007 Nasra Al Adawi

*Mgazidja is referred to people who live in Zanzibar with Comorian origin
*Manga is a Swahili word referred for those who have origin of Oman
*Mpemba is Swahili word referred to those who are born in Pemba Island
*Kalamti is one of sweet cuisine which is known in Arab world and I think in most of Eastern Africa. The say people who are born in pemba have kind of sweet teeth. So instead of cooking kalamti they actually grow it in Pemba (its known to be a joke for everyone come from Pemba Island are addicted to sugar but that’s not true)
*Afriqiyah is an Arabic word when you call an African lady
*Zinjibariya is an Arabic word for a lady from Zanzibar

Its very Strange to explain who I’m all that but its nice to be a mixed of everything…It took awhile to understand that as a child…

Out of Fragments a Rebirth

Broken Rose
Originally uploaded by Cait Surreal.

Shattered pieces
Like a broken glass
That I want to pick
Fallen petals
Out of flower womb
Yet tears don’t fall
From the flower’s eyes
You once hear that cry
When a glass crumbs Countless pieces
Shattered on floor
And I’m the flower
Can’t pick her petals back
And
Glass pieces can’t be glued
To what has once been: a glass
But I can begin a new life
As out of fallen petals
Seeds had fallen
To rebirth a new life
Not a duplicate
Of what has broken
A new begging of life
A new plant
From a fallen seeds
From shattered pieces
I Can Survive

Copyright 2007 Nasra Al Adawi

Phto by Cait Surreal ..many thanks

~Sunshine After Rain~

Winter Sunset 1
Originally uploaded by I have a bad cam.

As the rain falls on me
Its water touches my body
The mountains are gone
Still I’m whole
Cleansed with rain fall
For those what once were?
Now are gone
Still I’m whole
For the rain falls on me
Its water touches my body
Falling on all
As my soul boldly tells me
That I’m poured with Godly love
Overcoming all tests
Even stings
Of bitter sweetness life
I’m cleansed
Taken out from shallowness life
Which brought a whole me
I’m sunshine after rain

Copyright 2007, Nasra Al Adawi


My appreciation goes to National Association for Cancer Awareness (NACA) in Muscat allowing me to hold Writing Relaxation. Writing Relaxation is non profit workshop to promote use of writing as means of relaxation and to guide others that writing has a therapeutic effect. Meeting unique ladies, they really convinced me that writing, reciting, poetry can be so therapeutic to the soul..

I was very nervous conducting the workshop I did not know what to expect and also what would be the right subject to concentrate on in my workshop. I did quite a bit of search for poems written by Cancer Survivors. My success of this workshop is due to quite huge references that I got and read from http://www.oncolink.org/ and at the end of the evening the ladies were given Instant Fill in the Blanks Poetry created and authored by Alysa Cummings.

To Alysa Cummings where ever your are, I just want tell you that your poem I Use TO it had touched us all… Thank YOU.. Her poem can be viewed in http://www.oncolink.org/

The photo is from flickr.com, you can click the photo to see other photos.

~ Im A Child ~

powered by ODEO

Originally uploaded by Michael Evans.

I’m a child who wanted to play

I was ill and pain didn’t go away

I couldn’t help it but I felt so sick

My life was on a risk

Some how I could not cope

Still I could not give up on hope

With pain I could not stop my cry

To be brave I had to try

To feel well is taking so long

Trying to live, I had to be strong

I asked God to make me well again

Please God take away this pain

Healing in every step is so slow

Winning had let my life glow

From Collective Thought s

Copyright 2002 Nasra Al Adawi

Bit of this poem was selected, to be part of lyrics of a song for CANCER Awerness in India titled CAN Conquer CANcer and in aim to build that essential weapon – the “confidence” to conquer cancer. So, F6 – a small group of music enthusiasts in India – decided to try and focus their interest in music to this great cause.

Since Im not so sound with Odeo, I hope it works. I thank Don for telling me how to download recording on it.

Credits:

www.insaneinstincts.blogspot.com

Composed & Arranged by : F6 Vocals : Shyam/Harish Guitar : Vignesh Keyboard : Ganesh Recording, mixing & mastering : Gokul, Music Mint Studios, Bangalore Lyrics : Nasra Al Adawi / Harish

Photo credit:

This photo made me cry, Im touched by the work of this photgrapher his name is Michael Evans, he kindly allowed me to blog this photo in my blog. I hope who are touched with his photo can drop him a line in http://www.flickr.com/people/michaelevans/