NAZIRA'S NOTEBOOK

Tag: #writing

  • Show, Don’t Tell

    You make me laugh, quite a lot, But it’s not like others haven’t before. And you say things that are super sweet, But I’ve heard sweet, heart melting, and more. Pardon me for my cynicism, For not falling head over heel, But with all I’ve been through in the name of love This is simply →

  • Lights

    Are some lights created For the sole purpose Of being extinguished? If this is so, How does one know Which light to save And which to let go? And those that remain lit, Are they all meant to shine Or are some created to be dim? If dim, what purpose do they serve But to →

  • Love/Lust

    What you felt, indeed, was love. What you did, alas, was lust. What you wished to share was love. What you actually exchanged was lust. Though reducing it to a carnal term Seems to you somewhat unjust, While your need at the core was love, The way you met it can only be called lust. →

  • Spinning

    It is a revolving door, A spinning-too-fast Going-to-be-sick Merry-go-round. In and straight out again. Coming or going? Staying or leaving? Angry and/or grieving? A baby cries, wrenched From her mother’s bosom. A grown woman cries Into the void where Bosom was never proffered, Trying to find footing In a world where Need is clinginess, Love →

  • Roadblocks

    They fall away, Those previously immovable obstacles, Clearing the path. But to what? To this, or something else? The destination can’t be seen From where you stand. So you can stay where you are, Paralysed by the guesswork, Or you can learn to trust. Is there a kink up ahead? A fork in the road? →