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Best Poems Written by Fatima Nusairat

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The Power of Words

Give me words to adorn myself 
Like ornaments between my hands
Ephemeral, trivial
Yet the jewels of words are eternal 
Give them to me to illuminate my way
Without them this eye can not see
The hidden soul 
Or ever feel it change
Without them my soul will turn to stone
Give them to me to illuminate things
That can't be seen
That can't be pronounced
Hidden objects
Limitless
Invisible
Unimaginable
That can't be explained away
Things that
Remain in oneself
Asleep in the heart
Stable in the mind
Stuck in the throat
Things that blind the eyes
Extraordinary, mysterious things
That we feel but don't see 
Bless me with their light 
The glimmerings to write
What was hidden by air
What was concealed in an echo
What was revealed to the self 
Yet remained hidden from the other

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At Plaza Square

At “Plaza" square  
Where sugary stars kindle for the evening,  
A forgetting child wake up from the nap, 
Weeping over, dull night where the time flee  
as water drains into along distance-

Long evening, tossing transparent spirit 
By light clouds, drizzle on sad memory,
I wasn't ready. Were memories dragging me
 In four directions .I can’t shape my self 
With all these colorful faces. I can’t shape
My heart with all emptiness I carry.
 
I walked like a wildcat, dense round,
Didn't know what to do among all
Glittering shadows floating through the air 
Till found my fingers ticking on the marble table,
Looking for cigarettes and dying to do something 
Ridiculous, dancing around fire at square maybe, 
But I was thinking of you.

Sadness grows rapidly such as
Bud on a branch in April 
An arm and a leg, and leaf, leaf.
From a yellow fruit, to water, to cloud 
Floating in the air then falls as a stone 
On a forgetting child where her tongue
Of wood, heart a pane of ice and feet soaked
So deep in the cold "Plaza"square.

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The Lily and the Robin

The Lily and the Robin 
I was dead then I returned to life
I was mad with laughter
And insane with tears
Until love owned me
I became as fierce as a lioness 
Then I returned as a quiet star 
But he said: you aren't made for this madness 
You belong to this home. 
I planted my feet in the wilderness
Tied my hands to a stone
Then danced as if I was a cloud
Loosening her braids, tired from travel
But he said: you aren't made for this madness 
You belong to this home. 
So I broke the dish of joy with these tiny hands!
But he was not satisfied
So I DIED! 
He felt pity for what I did,
He said: O Rose of the wilderness .. 
You are full of imagination
And I had no doubts
So I rejoiced 
I started removing my feathered wings
Until I became foolish and clumsy
He said: now, then paused 
You are now like a mad candle
No I'm not, I said 
I'm only a smoky cloud, can't you see! 
You are the radiant light for that road, he said! 
But when I stripped my feathers, paused---- 
I was choked by the sadness of my longings
He said: you have wings if you wish to fly!
I would love it if I had his wings, 
I'd fly high above the horizon
But I am only a tiny lily 
No matter how I grow
I will never fly

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Take Me To a Lover

My heart 
Swung between two clouds  
My face 
Fell above a bunch of thorns
My ears  
Ran behind the neighing of love 
My steps  
Fell down on the brink of death 
My arms 
Opened to the light of heaven  
My eyelids 
Closed on the sadness  
And my chest  
Narrowed on the pulse of my heart  

Oh God for now 
Take me to a lover knows how to love!

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Contemplates

I'm the shades of my tired footstep
And you, the fear fills your time..! 
Contemplates me, even for a moment..
Before moving away 'out there'
Where the night crawls into the afternoon
And memory begin to melt..! 
, 
Contemplates me even for a moment: 
As a woman floats in the rain, 
Wandering on the facades of the walls, 
And lounging on the roads..! 
Contemplates even for a moment..
Before my shades disappear..
And the distance swallow me..
As a scream of ' owl! '
One moment.., 
Before my shades disappear
And become a lake of darkness..!

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Inharmonious Worlds

We are two inharmonious worlds as a cry.
As if we like sins, deliberately happened,
As if we were obstinately juggling
The calmness of water and moment 

Two divergent epochs we are 
Between wilderness and return,
So especial and so distinguished 
In the width of text and amazement 

Listening as if we heard our voices
Runaway from our mouths and burn 
Crying, as if their comebacks like lightning!

So miserable this life will be- 
If it's not "gathering two separated person"
Misled by echo, not longing!


Written by © Fatima Nusairat

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Lest Sink In Darkness

Lest sink in 
Darkness! 

Grind my smiles 
Which, remained  
Hidden in your letters and 
Trapping in poems  

Make it a soup 
Flavoring in clamminess dawn, 
Roses shame, and 
April breeze, that restless
 In spikes  

Lest sink in, 
Darkness! 

Present it to you 
Moons, light up your night's lip 
And become lighted

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I Am a Wetland

I am a wetland , 
To the lotus and fish, and dreams. 
But  my bridle from iron and 
My horse from wood. 
, 
Twenty centuries in my blood, 
Full of  amok  ,fire and war . 
O my sorrow heart, 
The lashes hurt and the silence 
They rushed your death. 
, 
I thought your shield from iron, 
So I left, the arrows of treachery, 
Pleasure of aiming. 
Oh my heart's delusions .. 
How can you run over the flames? 
, 
You were a land of joy 
You were a bird dances on
The top of mountains. 
 , 
Ah what a stone that hit  my heart   
I became a land of oppression, 
I became a land of sorrow. 
,
Tell me O God .. 
Who will bring back to me, the smell of lotus 
And dreams?

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My Pencil Busy

My pencil busy in..
Counting minutes that..
Slip a away from my hands.
....
My fingers baffled; 
How can I count your absence? !

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As the Mountain Sniff the Thyme

As the mountain sniff the thyme  
The valley the basil, 
The forests the trees and swamps.
 
As the waves launched their rein and foam, 
And the chest of the sea open to his  sensualism and obscenity 
As the knower's wisdom roar in the ebb and flow night , 
As the remnants of ruins linked to her argillaceous cradle, 
And the seas to their shores and islands to their seas. 
.... 
My face attached to his freckled crescents shadow, 
Carved  by myths gods, and sacrificial rites, 
Attached by panting poems,the smell of death stories.. 
Escapee from the sand,and dissolved in his nucleic acid.