NAZIRA'S NOTEBOOK

Tag: #writing

  • Peace

    In the late hours of the night – Or is that the early hours of the morning? – When the tech buzz is silenced And the neighbourhood sleeps And the cars take rest with the people That is when peace descends And I am closest to my Lord →

  • Holiday Fauxmance

    Oh sure He’s saying all the right things now But you mark my words He will forget all about you As soon as the next Passably pretty Supermorbidlyobese Middle-aged lady Who looks like she has money And a passport to a good country And a stamp on her forehead screaming ‘lonely’ Comes along And perches →

  • A Word Of Thanks

    None would ever have been so kind as you, And were it not for that, I would never have known How love is just a whole load of nonsense. Someone else might not have given enough of a crap To stop deceiving with loving touches, Tender kisses, and softly spoken words, But you were true →

  • Did God pull the pin…

    And lob you into my life Like an emotional hand grenade? Because boy, oh boy, My love, my sweet, What an absolute mess you’ve made. Unsettling the painstakingly settled, Exploding the comfortably staid. Whether ignored now or embraced, There’s some sort of price to be paid. So could it be this is the catalyst For →

  • The Café

    It’s okay to look at me. Don’t be afraid. It isn’t contagious. Please don’t shy away. Excuse me, Miss. You with the sideways glances. I know what you think. How can people live that way? I wish I could answer that. I’ve never figured it out myself. I guess it’s just how I am. And →