Indian Summer

Bittersweet intimacy
Surrounds me
When the sun
Unexpectedly returns
To kiss me goodbye
From her hiding place
As if she couldn’t resist
My beckoning skin any longer

Her teasing rays
Remind me of the evenings
When I held her face
In my palms
Found my truth
In her welcoming gaze
And nirvana had never
Seemed so real before

I bask in sweet nostalgia
Desiring for a chance
For some sunlit hope
To help me get through
The darkening season
Yet I know, I have to let her go
And she disappears
As quietly as she appeared

Although the renewed blossoms
Of my dream
May wither
In her absence
The roots remain
Just like the smile that streamed
From her heart
Into mine

© Noora (2013)

Silence

BLISS

Until the moment
Turns into nostalgia
Two poets speak
Without words

Your mere glance
Expresses emotions
I could only dream of capturing
With plain letters

Your silent smile
Rests on my lips
You wear my love
On yours

The silence
Is our only witness
When our hearts vow
Without metaphors or similes


and the way
Your hand searches for mine
In the stillness of the night
… wordless poetry.

© Noora

AGONY

A weary heart hides
Within the shadows of ebony
Still waiting for the pianist
To place her fingertips
On the ivory keys
And pierce
The deafening silence
Of an unwhispered goodbye
With a melody that a heart
Wishes to hear
In order to sing again

Unspoken words haunt me
I will listen to them
I will interpret them
I will cherish them
Until
They will eventually heal me
When I learn
How to compose music
Out of silence

© Noora

Dance with Me

Re-blogging one of my very first posts. A poem I was working on last night reminded me of this piece. I’ll be back to post and read soon. Please bear with me 🙂 Hope you’re all having a fantastic week. – Noora

Echoes and Reflections

Dance with Me
(just one slow waltz)

My love,
Take my shaking hand
And dance with me
For good times’ sake

Wrap your arms
Around my quivering body
And glide with me
In a sensual rhythm

Allow your heart sing
One last serenade
With mine

Taste a final poem
From my lips
And let me breathe you in
Once more

Let’s close
This unfinished chapter
With whispers
That only we
Can hear

Let’s celebrate us
Until
It is time to change
Companion

Please
Dance with me
Just one
Slow
Waltz

© Noora (2012)

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Under My Skin

Nearly two months on WordPress. I am deeply touched by your love and encouragement. Thank you (145 times).

This is my first poem on WP – for no specific reason. I just wanted to test how “re-blogging” works.  I also slightly edited the original.

I have two really important deadlines approaching, but I’ll try to get something new posted soon. I’m not going anywhere, and I will definitely enjoy your work during my writing and editing breaks.

Hope you all have a wonderful, inspiring week. Happy writing!!

Echoes and Reflections


There is
An unforgettable story
Resting
Under my skin
Waiting
To be told

A poetic masterpiece
We outlined
While our lips
Melted together
In a sensuous surrender

Powerfully devouring
We became one
Strong
In heart, body and soul

Your smile
Found a home
On my lips
The infinity
Of your eyes
Stole my breath

As we traveled
To the heights
We had never
Experienced before

There is
A devastating story
Hidden
Within my heart
Longing
To be released

A fairytale
We dreamt and lived
On a journey
To a destination
Where we never arrived
Together

© Noora (2012)

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La Solitudine

A deserted beach
Footprints
Only in my heart

Deep divine sea
Crystal blue sky
Complemented
By the hopeful beams
Of the maternal sun

The careless wind blows
Bittersweet memories
Unlived dreams
From the times
When I was
Your long-awaited
Once in a lifetime

Tomorrow

An unknown destination
On the horizon
Veiled by the tender mist
Of my past

Eyes closed
Breath held
I imagine

The sound
Of your
Returning footsteps

Time
After
Time

In solitude

© Noora (2012)

Only an Ocean Away

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A walk by the sea
Of my own imagination
Searching for the words
For one of the many
Yet unwritten compositions
My soul sings
Without lyrics

Aiming to still portray
How it felt to love her –
With all of me
How it felt to be adored –
By her heart
How her soul entwined with mine
In the deepest meaning of the word:
Intimacy

The longing north wind
Quietly weeps her name:
soft, melodic and merry

I don’t have to wander
The trails of yesterday
So that I could find her again
She is still in a sacred place
Where I once welcomed her

The slumbering waves sigh
They evoke memories of the moments
When we fell asleep hand in hand
When my touch was more than a touch

I whisper my four lettered confession
To the place
Where the sea joins the sky
With an invisible kiss

Infinite sea,
Please carry my love to her shore
To the place
Where she nourishes her soul

Tell her
I’m never alone
On my endless exploration journey
There is always hope
Walking by my side
Gratitude in my heart

The memory of our love

****

© Noora

Dance with Me

Dance with Me
(just one slow waltz)

My love,
Take my shaking hand
And dance with me
For good times’ sake

Wrap your arms
Around my quivering body
And glide with me
In a sensual rhythm

Allow your heart sing
One last serenade
With mine

Taste a final poem
From my lips
And let me breathe you in
Once more

Let’s close
This unfinished chapter
With whispers
That only we
Can hear

Let’s celebrate us
Until
It is time to change
Companion

Please
Dance with me
Just one
Slow
Waltz

© Noora (2012)

Homeless

Homeless

Homeless
Without your touch

The memory of the countless kisses
We named, described and tasted
Gives me bittersweet pleasure
Just like our lazy Sundays
Under the sheets
Of our love
When your determined mission was to savor me
Over and over again

Yet today
I am forgotten
Like a shooting star
That used to smile brightly at the sky
But had to drift away
In order to grant a wish

The memories of Happy
Nearly thousand days
Of a shared journey
Filled with laughter, music and sentiments
Still fill an empty place in my heart
The good old times
When my devoted calling was to
Make your heart smile

Yet today
I am alone
Like an old tree
Before its final day
Waiting for a gentle breeze to caress
Its bare branches – one last time

The memories of the words
Spoken, written and felt
Still inspire and define me
When we spoke in three languages:
yours, mine and poetry
But the only language necessary
Was the knowing
In our hearts

Yet today
I am nameless
Like an unknown planet
Orbiting and hiding
At the dark fringes of the solar system
Waiting to be found

Homeless
Without your touch

© Noora

Under My Skin


There is
An unforgettable story
Resting
Under my skin
Waiting
To be told

A poetic masterpiece
We outlined
While our lips
Melted together
In a sensuous surrender

Powerfully devouring
We became one
Strong
In heart, body and soul

Your smile
Found a home
On my lips
The infinity
Of your eyes
Stole my breath

As we traveled
To the heights
We had never
Experienced before

There is
A devastating story
Hidden
Within my heart
Longing
To be released

A fairytale
We dreamt and lived
On a journey
To a destination
Where we never arrived
Together

© Noora (2012)