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

Oda a mi hermano -2-

You came to my room
late in the night,
I wish I could lock it
And not let you inside,
Your steps were slow
And swift as a tom cat,
Holding a bottle of wine
You sat on my bed,
Just looked at my eyes
And started to cry...
“don`t do this to me,
don’t go, I need you to stay”
I touched your little curls
You took me in your arms.
“I want to tell you....”
“shhhht, don’t talk now,
I need to feel your warmth
And softness, my little sister”
Let me in your heart….
Your lips devoured my skin,
Your body hungrily pressed mine,
“No, my brother, no!”
I`ll take you to the paradise...
“I`m drunk just with smell of you”
can`t stop myself to hug you”
I need just life with you,
Let me taste the sweet juice
Of your little cherry fruit…

There is no one here, my
Sister, we are alone, why
Do you fear..?
I`m just here for you,
Don’t push me away "
Why you are shy? I know
All of you, I saw your body
and hugged your soul…
I`m the only one, who
you will ever touch.

...nina nour 
2 0 1 4

Words

I. My home is made of words
airy and light, as peace,
love, flowers, poetry, 
hope, imagination, raindrops,
books and ink and friendship,
my home is in ethereal world
where music fills all senses
and you forget the sadness.

II. His home is made of words
strong and heavy, like bravery,
daring, pride, prejudice, wealth,
his house is covered with gold,
smell of musk and o de colon, 
his clothes are made of leather 
shining, his car is dazzling red.

III. Her home is made of words
sweet and gentle, like pink, 
candies, baby, pampers, body cream,
her room is full of fragrances -
Jasmine, orange and lily and 
fresh hyacinth. Her dress is made
of pale blue tulle, she is a dreamer
in her shell of little girl, she 
used to be a princess long ago.

IV. Their home is made of words-
so dark and dusky, as fire, war,
hatred, pain, crash and aim, 
They live under black sky, no sun
light ever in their home abide.
On their black rocks graveyards 
grow, they listen to the songs 
of lonely crows. They spilled the 
blood of many children, women,
just for the cause of their god
Their clothes are made of bones
of prays, martyrs and forgotten souls.
The smell of their space is sulfur.

V. Who are they? 

VI. Who are we? 

{© n. nour}
02.03.014

Lily of the Valley

In this distant place, 
no sound of you remains, 
morning grasses soft whisper
under my light feet, 
feeling of dew drops 
touching my skin 
I looked into the drop-ball
as if a mirror to another self,
it wasn`t me, but the Lily of
the valley fairy...
The sound of many bells,
repeating your name between
the leaves and flowers and wind.

:: n.nour 
:: 23.feb.014

Lonely Snow

In this lonely snow,
I saw white on a pure white canvas,
little blood drops of my birds 
I walked like in my dream
just with my spirit around 
rising thoughts, warm heart
cold and empty eyes. 
In this lonely snow 
I walked alone, in my peace 
with my weapon of sorrow,
you didn`t exist on this whiteness 
sharp silence, blindness,
I`m alone and my birds died. 

 : n. nour
:: January.014