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    Nostalgic Droplets
    Nostalgic Droplets
    Nostalgic Droplets
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    Nostalgic Droplets

    By Shams Al.Saeedi

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    This book is about a journey of one thousand tears and a smile. It's a stroll along the rocky shore of memories, a visit to the ruins of dreams and a voyage across the hazardous ocean of life. The idea started as a challenge to break through the boundaries of silence, to prove that the soul has its own sanctuaries and that only those who absorb its suffering manage to fathom its depths. Whether Shams has succeeded in revealing the tales of her soul or not is yet to be found through the pages of this book.
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherAuthorHouse
    Release dateMar 4, 2011
    ISBN9781456724801
    Nostalgic Droplets
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    Shams Al.Saeedi

    Shams Al.Saeedi has been teaching English as a second language for a couple of years now. Currently she is doing her Master Degree at Southern Queensland University. She lives with her family in her country, Sultanate of Oman. Shams started writing poetry at an early age. Poetry has been always a part of her soul. When she writes, she releases the beautiful words and she feels so free. This is the first of many books she is planning. Her life has been like a journey. This book represents part 1 of a story to be told.

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      Nostalgic Droplets - Shams Al.Saeedi

      Contents

      A titanic heart

      March

      Unaware

      Shriveling in loneliness

      Life is beautiful!

      Resist

      In the arms of the clouds

      Waiting

      In a reply to Life is not beautiful

      Weaving a poem

      Rejected flowers

      My beautiful father

      The hanging gardens

      The language of hearts

      For your eyes

      Inapproachable

      Disorientation

      Coming home

      A celebrated departure

      Invisible face

      Millions of whys

      Mon ami

      Again

      Pure beauty

      Untitled

      Hallucinations

      The Apple Tree

      The invisible cord!!

      A word of gratitude

      The strong grip

      The Untouchable!

      The wall of silence

      The marvels of the morning

      Till when?

      When hope dies

      You Live in me!

      Your departure

      Shattered!

      Possessive heat….

      Phobia

      My savior

      Ends never meet

      Hard to find an answer

      Hanging on!!

      Distracters

      Darkness fades

      Crossing the night

      Crete

      Contemplations upon a fallen star

      Clips

      Bring me back my paradise

      As long as you are around

      A curative memory

      An anchor

      A smile

      A safe Landing

      A Reawakening of a dream!

      The huddled Form

      A Fragile lie

      A diaphanous Soul

      A coffin of tears!

      A child in chains

      Shadows of mortality

      Silent prayers

      Since I lost you

      The illusion of friendship!

      The lily!

      The memories’ provoker

      The lonely star!

      The Whispers of parting

      The deluge of time

      Shattered hearts

      Sadness is my kingdom

      When I die

      Nostalgia

      Mother

      Miss creative

      I still remember you

      How do I miss you!

      Agonizing thoughts

      Friday eves and moonlit nights

      Faith

      Desperate hearts

      Death

      Beauty

      Your words

      The bygone son

      Another bereavement

      Sine you left………

      My old friend

      The broken up promise!

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      A titanic heart

      The ethereal touch of transparency

      in which your soul revels,

      is a question of wonder…

      You fly across our scavenger-ruled sky,

      a small bird with a titanic heart

      sweating droplets of brightness…

      Then land among the hearts

      with an unfailing buoyancy,

      a whiff of fragrant breeze clearing

      away the beads of sadness

      dwelling on the foreheads

      of minutes,,,

      But the vessels of life steer you

      away from our sights in prolonged

      journeys, till it falls in our hearts

      that your absence is perpetual.

      We almost drown in the belief,

      when unexpectedly you flood back,

      untainted with the wasteland

      of forgetfulness, beaming with

      a familiar smile!

      Unconsumed by malice,

      you wander delicately like

      an affable apparition,

      unobstructed by the barrier

      of boundaries…

      March

      Sweet, bitter March,

      last year tears haven’t dried out up till now and yet you

      are already at the door, knocking lightly!

      Sadness is still flapping over my head like

      a frantic goose, what have you brought with you

      to silence its primordial honking?!

      I can see your hunched silhouette against the wall

      Of my waiting, standing awash with shame,

      wringing your empty hands desperately!

      O’ March , anniversary of tears and smiles,

      Memories are pacing around nostalgically, sniffing

      the withered roses, leafing through the pages of books

      trying to put the haphazard leftovers of a once

      beautiful image into shape…

      The hurricane that accompanied you once

      has subdued, leaving behind a nerve-tearing silence and

      a deracinated life!

      Don’t wonder; rootless hopes are still roving

      over the corpse of a long dead dream, taking

      strength from the ever pulsating stars…

      March, March , embracer of birth and death,

      the breath of eternity has abandoned

      your rosy-cheeked child..

      The resonance of its happy giggles are

      haunting the vacant hours of night, sending me

      reeling of longing!

      Its face emerges from among the clouds of years, an angelic

      Vision imprinted on the face of a mourning moon!

      Unaware

      And you, in your comfy bubble

      scrutinize your world with a possessive

      dedication, unaware of the fire you

      are raging in the oars of a sailing

      heart, navigating the bitter

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