Saturday, 24 December 2011

Smiles (22.11.11)


You,
Yes you with a beautiful smile.
How did you slip into my life?
I didn't see you coming.

Me,
My heart warms up.
The subtle curve of your smile.
Dreamy and lush.
Us,
The missing puzzle that fits.
Our smiles conjoined as they touch,
Inhale the breath of life.

Don't,
No don't look at me too much.
I feel afraid,
That I may lose my smile.

Sunday, 20 November 2011

Dreams (Nina.S 20.11.11)



My dreams are my wishes,
I can achieve but can you?
External obstacles in the way,
Allows you to be ruled.

Are you a man or a coward?
To be conquered by another.
Emotional blackmail and more,
Sickens and makes you weak.

You washed your hands on me,
The door slammed.
To hear no more is harsh,
Did you really love me?

Questions and confusion,
My mind is in a spin.
You were a whirl wind in my life,
And then you suddenly vanish.

Dreams.... 
Can be a reality.
But you were ruthless
And have shattered my belief.


Saturday, 19 November 2011

Love My Life (Nina.S 19.11.11)

The birth of a daughter!
Hopes and dreams for her future.
Comfort and warmth,
All the love in the world.

First love becomes my enemy,
Second love becomes my trusted friend,
Third love, my soulmate and my lover.
But now I am all alone.

Trust is impossible,
How can I believe what is true anymore?
Wish I was a child again, 
Looking through coloured glass.

The wound is so deep,
I could drown myself inside.
My life is suppose to be precious,
Who are you to destroy me?

My mind, body and soul,
The mind is stagnant.
The body is tired,
The soul has died.

I love my life!








Wednesday, 21 September 2011

The Black Book That's Blue...: Betrayal of Pakhtun (Nina.S 21.09.11)

The Black Book That's Blue...: Betrayal of Pakhtun (Nina.S 21.09.11): So sweet as a ripe fruit from the trees, Tempting and delicious. Too high up as I try to reach, The hidden poison is treacherous. An old ...

Betrayal of a Pakhtun (Nina.S 21.09.11)



So sweet as a ripe fruit from the trees,
Tempting and delicious.
Too high up as I try to reach,
The hidden poison is treacherous.

An old man so kind and gentle.
His warm face is welcoming.
Just want to listen to his mind.
But his thoughts are so damning.

The love of my life is a Pakhtun,
His heart is pure as gold.
Nothing can ever change this,
Don't believe it so am I told.

The betrayal came suddenly,
He didn't even warn me.
Breaking my heart lovingly,
This I didn't want to believe.

The twist of a knife is so sharp,
Don't hurt me please don't.
The painful beat of my heart,
Please, please don't let go.

The drought in my eyes,
No more tears streaming.
My mouth is so dry,
Surely I must be dreaming.

My face is so sore ,
From the salty tear drops.
The residue fixed in the pores,
Leaving a trail of hopes.

Don't look away!
For this is the last time we meet.
How can I make you sway?
It's me your love as I try to plead.

Nothing can change your mind,
Left for vultures to attack.
I must have been so blind,
To think you loved me as much.

Something inside me has collapsed,
Am exhausted and drained.
Breathing has become a real task,
God haven't I endured enough pain.

I just want to be loved,
Why is it so hard to keep.
Why did you give up?
My feelings are true and so deep.

An abundance of love and care,
So easily fooled am I.
The life we were going to share,
And now I just want to die!








Saturday, 27 August 2011

Poets United: Classic Poetry - "Friend..." by Jalal ad-Dīn ...

Poets United: Classic Poetry - "Friend..." by Jalal ad-Dīn ...: Jalal ad-Dīn Muhammad Rumi 1207 – 1273
Friend, our closeness is this. Anywhere you put your foot feel me in the firmness under you.
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Sunday, 21 August 2011

The Power of Silence (Nina.S 18.08.11)



Silence,
So resonant that the dead awakens.
Every sense is punctured,
The hollowness allowing it to echo.


Spreading like the killer plague,
Don't come close to me.
Contagious and dangerous,
Will leave me desolate.


The silence is stagnant,
Feeling smothered to my head to my toes.
The breath of life is creeping,
Though not knowing will kill me first.


It cannot touch me,
Though deadly as it comes.
Staring at me from every direction,
Swallowing me slowly.


The different frequencies in my ears,
Are the sounds of my organs.
Confirming my existence,
But to whom.


The power of silence.