Azurite (2)

Eating figs here

Sweet day dreaming clouds

Wind in my garden of longing

Lonesome afternoons

One by one fruits melting

In my mouth,

Thinking of your look

I devote to broken memories

Pieces of past mirrors,

I see you there you exist still

So I have a happy smile –

But here I`m just collector

Of my own dreams.

Wind bells are singing 

Outside in balcony. 

nina nour *

-  1au - 

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