In the darkness of my agonySitting hopelesslyWaiting for my destinyNothing clear to seeWondering how life will beWithout you with meLooking for a remedyTo keep hope going onWill it be the end for meOr a birth with youWill you be trulyReal or maybeJust a hope, a storyShultered inside me
My dear friend Alexandra, thank you for your nice comment. A poet? Well I hope I can only be a good writer for me to be a poet is a big challenge. I am happy to see your comment.
Sometimes the imperfection of our real world made us run to our imagination to find happy moments that belong to anyone, only to our inner person.So when needed we can find a true satisfaction even unreal and very brief but truly happy we are at that moment. Thank you Deemay for your comment.
Will it be the end for me
Or a birth with you
Will you be truly
Real or maybe
Just a hope, a story
Shultered inside me
Well done! fabulous work by one by-birth poetess. i m impressed by ur art of presentation too by adding the picture on top...good symbolic one... u know nebia i read the last six lines for many time...and each time, it gives me different a very rare different taste, a different aspect of love and one old philosophy in a differnt way ...
one sages says that every thing, every relation, every concept, even every existence is nothing but my stories of imaginations...
God bless u!
Oh! My soulmate Nadiyah.
You know most people think that flowers exist to be smelled used then thrown....
I wish flowers could fly to be smelled from far and never hurt or killed.
Thank you for commenting.
My dearest Fizzy, I am so happy seeing you in here. Don't wonder. Feelings are so important for human continuity; whether happy or sad, they give us a punch in life.
Thank you for your comment.
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Or a birth with you
Will you be truly
Real or maybe
Just a hope, a story
Shultered inside me
Well done! fabulous work by one by-birth poetess. i m impressed by ur art of presentation too by adding the picture on top...good symbolic one... u know nebia i read the last six lines for many time...and each time, it gives me different a very rare different taste, a different aspect of love and one old philosophy in a differnt way ...
one sages says that every thing, every relation, every concept, even every existence is nothing but my stories of imaginations...
God bless u!
Thank you Adnan, nice to see you here. I hope you liked it.
You know most people think that flowers exist to be smelled used then thrown....
I wish flowers could fly to be smelled from far and never hurt or killed.
Thank you for commenting.
True love is love not hurt even if it hurts. At least it is true, lol.
Thank you for the nice comment.
Thank you for your comment.
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