I have been writing poems since I was 6 years old, back then my poems were a bit more simple with language and thoughts. From there I started to write music lyrics and short stories. As I got into my teenage years I started to write more stories and now I have written 7 novels that I haven’t published yet. This section of my blog “N’poetry”, I will be posting my writings which are mostly poems and then maybe I’ll post some of my short stories. For each piece of writing I post I will provide a bit of an explanation of where the inspiration came from to write that piece. To me poetry is like art, a painting. An artist paints his canvas with a brush, a writer draws words with his pen.
The inspiration for my poem “Nights Don’t Fail Me” came from this summer. During this summer I have been staying up all night for numerous reasons. First thing I had summer classes and I needed to study and finish some school work on most nights. Second I was sleeping at my uncle’s house and my cousins and I would stay up all night watching movies, talking, eating and swimming in the pool! Thirdly it was Ramadan and usually in Ramadan we stay up late at night. Last but not least, this summer was the first summer that I had the time to think about me and what I wanted to do in this upcoming year. I stayed up on nights thinking about the goals that I have and what I really want to achieve. I did come up with ideas, but they are still under construction. FOR ONE THING AT LAST A STARTED A BLOG!
The amount of seconds of each day that I think of you is uncountable, the amount of wishes I make to be always next you is unbearable, the amount of wanting you is unquestionable. If I go through the memories of what I was given, time will not be able to hold them.
When unspoken words draw their feelings through the winds, the only thing that remains is my beating heart. When untaken actions are never made, the echo of the sea holds the reasons of what I wanted to be. When the unknown is visible, my eyes see the starlight that brightness so softly on my dreams.
The sourness of a lemon cannot overcome the sourness of your distance. The sweetness of a strawberry cannot come to the sweetness of your cries. The bitterness of a melon will no longer compare to the bitterness of your words that became the only fruit my mind can bear.
In the night I remain with the thoughts that never developed, the memories that seem so unreal in our world, the dreams that I have dreamt became only the imaginations my mind creates. The night is never young, yet my heart beats. The moon is never upon my window but my eyes have hope. The pictures of tomorrow, my mind waits.
The night became my dairy, the unwritten words of my goals. The night is my long-time friend where we shared hopes. The night developed the truth of so many, and has hidden the secrets of the lost. Dreams are made, stories are told, goals are achieved, memories are created, and here we will be.
Please comment and tell me what you think about my poem. Did your summer change you? If so please share your stories that can inspire me and others.
I posted this poem on Instgram in 5 parts. My Instgram Account: NoufAlAttar.