Azurite (3)

The day is stretching long

Like an endless metro line,

I traveled to you yesterday

Today again alone

Behind the mirror

Under blankets,

Covered with little emptiness

With cotton of longing,

With sweet desire for

Something unknown –

The river of life is flowing

To the north,

But why I still walk to south

Again and again I return

To find my hidden sound of Self. 

nina nour *

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My Blood -1-

We are all blood 
in the caves of 
our sacred bodies
hidden universe 
whispering in red 
and white colors.

our stars entwined 
shining, screaming 
inside of the blood
together with -
chromosomes
liver and lung, 
solar plexus and 
stomach, whole 
solar system, veins 
nerves, blood cells
painted in red, 
white leukocytes 
mixed together 
sugar, salt, iron
magnesium and zinc;
vitamins, molecules 
floating slowly 
in the organic ocean
We are moving
whispering universe 
inside, Poetry of the
heart. 

......Sept. 2014

Whiteness

I wish to see you smiling

In the mirrored flat lake
To me and my sadness
To my past blue days "
We were friends for so long
You never let me go,
Even when I wanted
To be alone in dark.

The space between us
Always swirling with
An eternal dust of love,
The time alternately
Expands, then shrinks,
We are two passengers
Together carrying our hearts.

My transparent reflection
I see my future in your eyes
and whiteness in your shadow.

© n.nour
.....June 014

Drops of reality

In the gray sky morning,

With empty head
Going to buy some
Coffee, sugar, salt
toilet paper, soap
From the shop nearby

Looking to the wrinkled
Dark faces, closed hearts
Whispering thoughts,
Staying on the queue
Patiently waiting for
My turn, as in a train
Life is slow and fast

Sometimes running

Waiting for the bus,
Waiting the crowds,
Waiting silently your
Return home …

The usual lunatic
Crossing the streets,
Talking to themselves 
With eyes, that cant see

The usual drunk driver,
The usual crumpled old,
The usual sweet child,
The usual birds in the air,
The usual newspaper man
The usual cherry seller 
The usual emptiness and pain.

We run, drifting as
drops of reality, 
while the sense
And angels are passing by us.
Our hands is full of illusion,
And our souls " hollow
Until the next morning
The life is gone…

Walking again and again

In my rainy sky blue dress,

Looking around, though
My head high in clouds,
I ask myself, in the surface
Of this repeated vanity,
Is that what we call
R e a l i t y?

© nina nour
--- June 014