letting go. (original)

i’m a hoarder of my thoughts.

i just can’t seem to let go.

i’m afraid to say goodbye

to things i’ve always held so close.

 

my words, my thoughts, my feelings;

they’re a part of me in every way.

who knows what will be of me

when i say adieu someday?

 

no matter how bad they are,

no matter how personal they may be,

i’ve never wanted to let go

of something that was once me.

 

but if i keep it all forever,

how will i ever know

the endless possibilities

of new ways i could grow?

 

how can i grow as a human, as a writer,

as a creative engineer,

if letting go of past me

will always be my fear?

 

if i keep dwelling on the past,

there’ll be no change in my point of view.

i can always reminisce,

but should always look for something new.

 

something new to write,

something close to my heart,

for there’s no doubt the cycle will repeat

that i must let go and part.

 

so i’ve learnt the key to surviving,

even though my hoarded thoughts won’t end,

is not to say goodbye to my thoughts,

but merely to say hello again.

-nida a. (2018)

 

hello, again! 🙂

i’m hoping to use this blog more this summer and share more poems. someone better follow up with me on that..

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happy new year.

i’m looking for something new,

although it’s not yet in my view.

but hopefully it does come true,

and hopefully i find it in you.

-nida a. (2018)

welcoming the new year, new opportunities, and hopefully new things to share! 🙂

(thanks to everyone who said i need to use this page more)

 

the park. (original)

“bees in the sky,

butterflies seem to fly.

wind in my hair,

as i smell the fresh air.

this seems like fun,

besides the scalding sun.

i wish i can stay until dark,

as i live my adventures in the park.”

-nida a. (circa 2013)

so… (original)

“the music on my playlist

escaping me from life

don’t like going through this

but i’m gonna have to try

 

another teardrop on my pillow

as i let out another cry

never thought i’d say this

but i have to

so goodbye.”

-nida a. (circa 2014)

a rightful piece. (original)

‘i write pieces and find peace writing them.

i write, piece by piece, until the right words give me peace

too much is never right, too little i would never write

so i will continue writing rightful pieces in peace.’

-nida a. (2017)

wishes. (original)

‘at one, i wished for strength, as i took my first proper steps,

at two, i wished for my mother, as without her i had wept.

at three, i went to pre-school, and i wish i hadn’t cried even more,

then i wished for more intelligence, as i began to read at four.

 

at five, i wished for friendship, as i made many with such great bonds,

at six, i wished for pencils, as my love for writing was so strong.

at seven, i wished to meet iCarly, (i still haven’t up-to-date,)

and i wished for a better voice, as i learned my love for music at eight.

 

at nine, i wished to find my self-written book; something my teacher had lost,

at ten, i wished for wisdom, as a double-digit age i had just crossed.

at eleven, i wished for success, with class president already being swell,

and i wished to travel more, after experiences abroad at twelve.

 

at thirteen, i wished for acceptance, with clubs and musically,

at fourteen, i wished for more time spent with my university-bound brother (Ali).

at fifteen, i wished for nothing, i thought i saw everything that needed to be seen,

but then comes along my opportunity to wish  for something at sixteen.

 

so i wish for a better life and living condition for all those suffering,

and i want to make sure this happens soon, and without any buffering.

i wish for less heartache in the world, and although that is hard to do,

it begins with less greed, less lying, more selflessness and more truth.

 

i wish for happiness to those around me, since they have given me the same,

i wish to make friends and family proud, which continues to be my aim.

now in total, these may be a lot, but all wishes add up to one, for you see,

i’d wish you could help make all my wishes come true along with me.’

-nida a. (2017)

 

moi. (original)

“moi, je suis humaine,

une autre figure qui occupe la scène.

autour de moi, j’ai mes amis

ils sont comme une deuxième famille.

 

j’ai grandi avec ma famille première

mon papa, ma maman, et mon grand frère.

nous habitons sur une rue avec une petite maison,

entouré d’une communauté belle, sans raison.

 

les communautés se transforment en villes et villages

différents couleurs et cultures, comme des coquilles sur une plage

les océans sont entourés avec une centaine de pays

qui se sont placées en continents comme Europe et Asie

 

notre monde est une petite place, je vais être honnête,

car il y a plus que juste une ou même deux planètes

les étoiles dans le ciel, leur quantité est indéfinie

continuent à former de plus en plus de galaxies

 

quand il y a des temps ou je sens seule ou mal

je souviens qu’il y a plus autour de moi que les choses locales

même si je suis une figure qui occupe la scène,

moi, je suis juste une fille, dans notre univers pleine.”

-nida a. (circa 2015)