She has a calm lips,
Full of stitched wounds,
Yet she can narrate the most powerful stories in the world,
But when she’s alone,
All stories faded from her mind,
And regret swallows her’
Into tragedy stories,
Only the ravens know.

By: Nida Mahmoed.

We are finding something,
We are saying some words,
We are moving somewhere,
Someday,
Sometime,
Somehow,
We will reached some place.

By: Nida Mahmoed.

I let my skin soak in the bath,
I see a glimpse in my palm,
Suddenly; I convinced’
many things visible even in mist.

By: Nida Mahmoed.

What is the subject of the Valentine?
Yes I know you will say’ It’s a love day,
Sending roses to *****,
Singing the love songs,
Drape a bed of rose petals,
But these all are nonsensical,
It’s not touch the soul,
Nor change the slant,
You know why?
Gale is filled up with smell of gunpowder,
Mourning of mother over her son dead body,
I can wish you’ on Valentine day,
Can you tell me one reason to celebrate it?
Can you tell me why Love day; failed to remove cruelty from hearts?
I would love to send you chocolates?
But If I see’ Somali children’s,
I feel nothing,
Trust me; I feel nothing,
I can sing a Valentine song,
But without the understand of meaning,
Still, I wish you’ a Happy Valentine day,
But wait; did you feel it?

By: Nida Mahmoed.

The steam was rising from a cup of coffee,
I glanced through it,
I caught nothing except emotionless eyes,
Our hearts are frozen,
It was at this very moment,
I realized,
Nothing could melt our hearts now,
I discovered,
We reached to ancient point.

By: Nida Mahmoed.

The sparkling eyes,
are like firefly'
and this light,
is the very same'
that’s a bright spark in a dark cave.
Breathe,
and I will not walk away'
from this light,
no matter what'
you are shinning in my soul.

By: Nida Mahmoed.

Memories chase us,
Sometimes break us,
Sometimes it’s drenched us,
Sometimes bring smile on our lips,
Memories are like a quest,
If I die today,
Will someone thinking about me’
While sipping of coffee,
Or feel my unspoken words,
There is solace in being alone,
Let’s try to live with a memory!

By: Nida Mahmoed.