I've kissed so many strangers lately,
to find you.
But the spell you've put on me,
denies them all.

to ride the wave
wash up
on some distant shore.

to crawl when you can no longer walk.

silence waits quiet as a nun with bowed head at prayer.

enter the present moment fully
where no want is felt
only the Ocean moans.

that long ago home
deep and gone from mind.

here on this shore
a resting place
a temporary thought.

I am sewing a dress
with the thread of strength,
And knots of ambitions,
And when it’s ready,
Then will iron it
with the remission,
I am sewing my broken soul!

By: Nida Mahmoed.