• Yesterday I was the Moon

    When I first heard that my friend was releasing a book of her amazing poems I was ecstatic, I first met Noor on a blogger chat when I bonded with her and Areeba over teen wolf. I instantly fell in love with their blogs and art. Two of the most talented women that I am luckily to know. So as soon as she announced it I had Noors’ book delivered to me within the week.

     

    It took me ages not to be busy and to actually have to time to sit down and read the whole book from start to finish. But after London I finally did, every poem perfectly stood alone on their own ground but they also wonderfully melted together. Some poems affected me instantly, pulled at my heart strings and bought a tear to my eye. It was as if Noor had caught me in the perfect moment and been able to express what I could not. Some poems I had not experienced for myself so I couldn’t emotionally get involved but I could see a friend, or family member loving them. Others I could see Noor coming alive from the pages her strength and love for the women of the world evident from the words.

     

    Each poem was uniquely Noor but could look into your heart and bring about what you might not be able to express yourself.

     

    I wanted to share with you the ones that made me want to re-read and that I relate to most in this time of my life.

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    4:12 pm, five years ago, you were younger and

    you were waiting for a miracle to happen; to

    change everything. but this world isn’t as

    generous as it appears and there’s always a lack

    of miracles for those who wait for them. but

    yes, it does extend a hand to everyone who is

    willing to step forward and stare daringly in the

    eyes of life to give them their share of

    miracles.

     

    five years later, 4:12 pm and this time, you are

    not waiting. you’re hustling and fighting and

    screaming at life to give what you need. and if

    your younger self could see you now, god she

    would realize how miracles really happened.

     

    {you are a miracle}

     

     

    sadness

     

    1) it’s in the air of the city i loved and left

    to never return. it’s the smell of leaving.

    2) it’s a shapeshifter. it looks like a face i do not
    want to remember. then suddenly it is a face i
    cannot forget. a dishonest performer.

     

     

    be kind
    for this is something
    a lot of people
    can never be

     

     

    i want to travel more. and out of a thousand
    other reasons, i want to travel to be homesick.

    i want to be on another land yearning for the

    food of my hometown, for the warm and

    aromatic chai my grandmother makes, for the

    pink bougainvillea that stands firmly in the

    lawn of our house. i want to travel to be away

    from home so that i can return loving it as

    much as it deserves to be loved. i want to go

    away from home just for returning back here

    to realize everything i have ever neglected is

    worth loving and

    worrying for.

     

    {wanderlust}

     

     

    accept change

    it doesn’t happen often

    for the most of us

     

     

    home murmurs

    where have you been?

    and i can’t help but say

    away; looking for you

     

     

     

     

     

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