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Zainab Wasel Ali Poem
Your music never fails to make
the stars go dancing in the dark.
The moon observes them wide awake,
and floods of light stream down the park.
The stars go dancing in the dark
and paint the sky in silver dyes
to sparkle and to mesmerize.
The moon observes them wide awake.
Then lightens up as if amused
to see celestials diffused.
And floods of light stream down the park.
It's time for my heart to rejoice;
it is the music of your voice.
Copyright © Zainab Wasel Ali | Year Posted 2024
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Zainab Wasel Ali Poem
Winter's cast its magic spell.
Rain is streaming down the hills,
tracing sorrows to dispel.
Wind is whistling in indifference:
sparkling, surging, going in circles,
redeeming the world from all its suffrance.
Clouds are crashing,
their swords clashing.
Zealous, now, the sky is flashing.
Mist is making a dance with beams;
The world is lost in a hazy dream.
Copyright © Zainab Wasel Ali | Year Posted 2024
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His voice has a face;
It has features of its own.
It gazes deep into my eyes
and delves deep into my soul.
His voice is a smooth ocean breeze
On a bright sunny summer day:
Fresh, fluffy, and dreamlike,
Sweet as a whisper of sunshine.
His voice is a pianist
Studying the keys of my heart.
It blazes against my skin,
And freezes me all at once.
His voice violently tears the darkness,
gently cradles my heart.
His voice is a luxury;
Five senses,
Seven sins,
A sky that holds a million stars. . .
Copyright © Zainab Wasel Ali | Year Posted 2024
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I summoned sorrow to swallow my soul whole and save it from its sinister solitude.
I stared at the stars sailing against a surf of sunless skies.
I spoke to the sleek sand in soft whispers, entrusted my secrets to its slithery dance.
I sank with a scene of a silent starry sky into a silky sea of soundness.
And my spirit surrendered to the serene song of the swell to shield my psyche from the screeches of this senseless city.
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Suddenly,
I've been reminded of the truth:
So solid & devastating.
The sea is distant from this city;
I'm only staring at the ceiling,
Sparkling salt water streaming from both eyes.
Strange how the darkness of this place seduces one to lose oneself in fantasies
of soaring up towards a starry space . . .
Copyright © Zainab Wasel Ali | Year Posted 2024
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On my window pane
were four drops of rain
resembling a quatrain
On love, on loss and gain
Mirrors were they to my brain,
the four pensive drops of rain,
A reflection of memory chains
trickling icy, stray, and drained.
Me and the dewy window pane
Laughed and cried with no restraint,
going gracefully insane,
lost in poetry and pain.
Copyright © Zainab Wasel Ali | Year Posted 2024
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Zainab Wasel Ali Poem
"One day, . . . I saw the sunset forty-four times! . . . You know—one loves the sunset, when one is so sad."
Quote from The Little Prince
by Antoine de Saint-Exupéry
Sky, mirror of our hearts,
tries to hide her burning heart under water;
The ocean heaves in empathy
with tears of angst the colour of fire
transforming, slowly, into lava.
Sky, mirror of our hearts..
Roses fall from her cheeks
spreading over pages of transparency
to turn her boundless looking-glass
into a sea of fiery roses
that will soon be devoured by
the charcoal of the night.
Sky, mirror of our hearts,
waits for the serene moon
to veil her smouldered cheeks
with gleams of composed silver.
Sky, mirror of our hearts
that will forever lurk within us,
at twilight, hides her blushing sun
until she re-learns to rise from the ashes
and recommence weaving hope . . .
Copyright © Zainab Wasel Ali | Year Posted 2024
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I heard the sound of the sea
echoing like a distant hymn.
It encompassed my soul
like a heavenly embrace.
It set me free like a lucid breeze.
It was like a speech of a father:
a timeless speech that never bores;
once a cold, majestic surf;
the other, a patient silence that
frees my heart from all sorrow
I looked around and found no sea;
I found your emerald eyes smiling
as you were uttering my name,
I listened closely as if my name
were a new song, an eloquent piece;
and I got lost in anticipation
as if my name were just about
to be inscribed upon the horizon.
Copyright © Zainab Wasel Ali | Year Posted 2024
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Zainab Wasel Ali Poem
Alone I was sitting
Wondering where you are
Two years have passed
And you're still there
Where I can't find you
Alone I was sitting
Lost in a memory of you
Wearing a black overcoat
Walking, not towards me,
But towards my heart
Your overcoat was too long
It would've touched the ground
Unless my heart had grasped it
You were never on the ground
You were floating within my soul
Copyright © Zainab Wasel Ali | Year Posted 2023
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Ominous echoes
hush the song of eternity.
Sky is an ember:
Black and red and untouchable.
Night extends
Till day seems impossible.
Echoes stab the night
Till it crumbles over our heads.
The air bleeds.
The eyes fall shut
Seeking an escape,
Yet the violent glares blind.
Merciless glares replicate;
The night is darker than ever.
Copyright © Zainab Wasel Ali | Year Posted 2024
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A
Rose
Tears the
Earth open
And grows peach petals,
Resembling a sunrise shining
On indigo canvas, penetrating the sombre
Sky with downy rays of marigold to brush away nocturnal inky reveries,
Enticing the world to open its eyes and inhale the moment, beckoning bright hues to imbue the cosmos with crystalline vibrancy.
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