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Come to me
Am I not your home ?!
Am I not your comfort ?!
Am I not your beloved ?!
Come to me.
like spring caresses earth
Caress my longing soul.
I’v been waiting for ages.
Such a torment wait is !
They say one plus one is two
But us !
divide we shell not endure
So come right one
Compleat this half living one.
Revive this weathering being

Every time it rains I feel so sad.
So alone
Roses used to make me smile.
Sun used to give me hope.
Night was my favorite stage.
All prisoned dreams come true.
How real you become.
I can dive into your ravishing scent
And peacefully vanish
Oh dearest one
Come to me
Belong to me

Letting go

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I’m learning to peal my current skin.
To have a brand new one
I’m learning to speak new language other than Sorrow
I’m learning to let go.
not the way you know
But the way I should do
letting go ,doesn’t mean losing
Or necessarily dismissing our past.
to let go.
Means my soul will grew.
It’ll grew so big beyond pain
Beyond disappointments
Beyond this materialistic world
I’m learning to let go.
To let that beautiful me rise to the surface and embrace the light
Don’t wait with that sickening smirk .
I’m ..Not .. Gona .. Fail .

By Zara H. Mosa , © 2013, All rights reserved.

Letting go

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I’m learning to peal my current skin.
To have a brand new one
I’m learning to speak new language other than Sorrow
I’m learning to let go.
not the way you know
But the way I should do
letting go ,doesn’t mean losing
Or necessarily dismissing our past.
to let go.
Means my soul will grew.
It’ll grew so big beyond pain
Beyond disappointments
Beyond this materialistic world
I’m learning to let go.
To let that beautiful me rise to the surface and embrace the light
Don’t wait with that sickening smirk .
I’m ..Not .. Gona .. Fail .

By Zara H. Mosa , © 2013, All rights reserved.

Chrysanthemum

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( D2)NaPoWriMo

Today I’m posting a poem I wrote a while ago it holds a special spot in my heart I hope you’ll enjoy it .

I run to dreams
Hopeful to fined another beauty.
Another home.
Another girl.
Another shore to embrace my ship.
Hence all shores nothing but a lie.
All homes are a lie.
Even my self just I’m just a lie .
Lie ,those moronic smiles
While orbs drown in tears
Lie, those picnics
In gardens filled with Cigarette butts
Lie,those baffled verses.
Lie, those rock stuffed Cushions
Lie, those haunted nights with nightmares and graveyards odor.
How do we plant roses
Upon stones ?!
How Tranquility walk the unknown distances.
Lie , those blindish steps to no where
Lie , that spray of perfume
We’ve miserably squeezed
Out of a Chrysanthemum solitary soul

Between two bulls

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She walks in beauty like the night
Passing backs like.door steps
ever so mighty , ever so great
She roams under darkness cloak
tell morning strikes , magic desolves.
fear comes back in full forces
A shaky figure slumps on walls.
Or even crawls .
She hates the light
It steals her powers
She hates the light it burns her mask
She hates the night
It covers her naked feeble soul
she can’t get out of this hole.
neither night nor day had served her justice
Torn like a strand between two bulls
can’t go on any longer
No more magical crowns,or majestic walks.
Just curl hear embrace this cocon
Maybe shell break through in one after noon .