Lighting shatters through the glass Appears a small child with a happy smile It was too dark to walk past the road To carry the child and ask him how
By Noorain Hassan2 years ago in Poets
War as a safer formula War spread through decades of helplessness Then it's a war on repeat: one more time War, come and hit us
I sat on my arc of a wonderful day Seeing the beauty of life, love, and affection To that point, a bird fetched a tree branch of my hand
As great as the name would sound As far the "A" to stretch A good woman is always "Layla" The beloved for me, the beloved of the heart
Rephrasing the melody of love, life, and honor Like the Kosem did, to save her empire Little did she know, it would cost her "her heart"
For some, a soldier's weapon it is And many, a soft coated balancing skin When the music dances, the ballerina chooses her flow
The soft texture taste, an energetic color Reminds us of how beautiful this world is The milk which dissolves in honey But not the greasy courses
The fine lines of you States often about your dignity The true rise of power, in extreme Without any support, nor surety
And they say; color is a lie But for artists, color is life Each different from the other Molded-in small shades, reflecting the light
A gleam — a gleam — from Khaleej's height by the fire — got sent, it came from watch to watch, it changed color like the moon was never the moon
We fail each day and at multiple horizons Maybe that's why we know what success tastes like It's salt for some and butter for most
We all have been in that phase where we have to decide between “greed” and “fear of losing.” This happened to most of us. Our reactions can vary.
By Noorain Hassan2 years ago in Psyche