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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Azurite (1)

I sat by this river

Just day before yesterday

My thoughts drifting

Like a silvery thin smoke up

To the green covered hills

Of the mountains

I was not alone,

the silence in the air

Signified your purity

And your puzzled face

Your smile, your looks

All that so quiet

Reflects me now loudly. 

the time was

So vast stretched to

Nothingness. 

 with your eyes

Sparkling in my sight. 

Here in my misty room

time is frozen and still

time has turned to longing

for white forbidden skies,

for your gentle fingers,

melting on my blushed cheeks.

We belong to reality beyond horizon. 

nina nour *

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Hazelnut hair -1-

The long way of my hair
Creeping and craving
Around your body,
Wrapping around your
Waist tightly, slowly,
Spiraling around your
Chest helplessly, growing
The long way of my hair
Entangled into your nerves
Into your veins, arteries
My long red hair with scent
Of hazelnuts, roses and amber
Interlaced in your heart,

into your memories forever...
like the hair of “Water serpent”.

© nina nour
.....11.09.014

Whiteness -5-

We are as slowly floating clouds, 

in an endless blue puzzle of sky, 
one sky above another, 
one cloud above another 
snow-white, cream-white 
milky white foamy clouds 
childhood smile of you, sun rays 
tears of me, blue rainy days 
My moments are resolved 
in the simplicity of absence 
and thoughts, of the sky puzzle 
whiteness above whiteness 
silenced space in circles. 

© n.nour
---- June 014

Whiteness -4-

I don’t remember my past,

I live in my memory castle,
Behind the walls of glass
And white antique statues,
They have no eyes, but
They are always smiling
My place is magical
In border of the time,
I have so many watches,
But all they stay sill "
The only sound you can hear
Is from the soothing songs
Of garden white lilies and roses,
The chorus of marble angels
Is raising transcendental voices
In front the garden gate,
I live here in the light of
Walking ghosts and spirits "
They are my guardians of night
I`m not afraid, and not excited
And never been once in love,
I`m alone and out your time
My white glowing gown
Is waving in the winds where is 
The border between 
the life and death.

© n. nour
..... June, 014

Whiteness -2-

Whiteness (2)

I`m a white shadow, 
white cocoon wraps 
around my heart 
whiteness radiates 
my essence, my veins,
many shadows around
I can see, they are not
white, and not black 
but all they have
little blur light 
In fog my thoughts 
are growing pansies 
in the place of my home,
whiteness is just here
it consumes me all.
I`m a flower, my root 
is hidden here, loving 
the sun, I`m cold.

© n. nour
---- June,014

Raindrops

In my silent room 
all in blue shades,
I could stay alone
through eternity, 
in the perfect night
with cloudy wet sky
in the sounds of rain
and meditating fishes
the space opens in wide
blue circles, my ocean
extends its warm energy
I`m diving into serenity
smell of wet clothes 
deeper in my mind, 
reading familiar text
without memory 
on the first day of
Jumaada al awal 1435,
when the temperature 
of air was 5 in Celsius
and humidity -93%
crescent moon just started 
to wax in an invisible slice,
in the northern hemisphere;
In this certain moment of
all what we called life
I saw your face in white
I felt the pure raindrops
in the center of my heart.

{© n. nour}
02.03.014

My thoughts of you -5-

My thoughts of you
Are little sparkling snowflakes,
Roaming in the air of memory,
Until they gather all and disappear
Under the hug of winter frozen veil.
And your fading face outlines
Revived again comes to my mind,
When these little snowflakes die,
Then soon you`ll hear my song,
You feel my absence in the wind,
In sweet perfume of love, magnolia,
Neroli and Jasmine.

:© n.nour
::08.12.13

My thoughts of you -4-

My thoughts of you
Are golden autumn leaves
So melancholic, scattered
On the earth, as if my breath stopped
Without relief,
As if my tears are suppressed 
Inside me deep. 

:: n. nour

My thoughts of you ...

My thoughts of you
Are endless flowing water
In the summer spring,
Rushing willingly to
Its source of sorrow and peace,
Blue waterfall
All drops splitting aside
And still together
In a warm angelic tone,
Bringing joy and roar.

 n. nour
:08.12.13

Introspection -2-

How many corridor views

I could imagine and see

How many ways and stations,

And turns in shadows

In a distant highways,

I walked on a dusty roads,

Where many steps in black

And white I could follow,

But I choose myself, flying

In my tiny ballerina shows "

Just dancing in the air of hope,

Without to find the real you…

How many roads with flat and

Shining pavement of stones

I walked " to see unique crowds

Dressed in elegant fashion coats,

In grey, red and beige "

But I just turned away to the bridge

Just to follow myself, in my so

Old fashioned childish tutu dress.

without to find the real me...

How many forest paths, covered

With mud and thorns and rose hips

I had to view, to search,

But roaming in myself,

In my only body, my own legs,

My own arms, my own breasts,

My own face, my own eyes

I finally found you "

Your unique self "

Waving to me from

The other shore…

- nour -

   June-013