The Root of the Tree

I am reminded

That time is precious

I can’t sit in a closed box

But I don’t need to be too free

We all desire to be kept

To belong

To someone’s heart

To spend our precious time

We all need to be loved

We all want to be needed

To reach the end of life knowing

That we mattered

That we were counted in the calculation

The blessing is the feeling that you were poured into

Just as you poured into others

Hate spends time

Frivolously

While love

Well, love when true

Eats all of the time available

It feeds on moments

Making beautiful memories

I don’t even need a box

When my breath is gone

Mix my ashes with the root of a tree

So that my love will last forever

So that no matter how much love I spend

It will never run out

Don’t cut down my tree

Let my love last for always

by Nadira Norjahan

SEASONS

Now that I know you

How could I ever be satisfied with a season?

Where would I go?

Who would hold me just as you do?

Because in your arms I feel such comfort

So much precious love

Into whose eyes would I see

My reflection looking back at me?

For whom else would my heart sing?

I want all of your seasons

Summer, Spring, Winter and Fall

Over and over…

In the morning, I need your smile

To keep vivid in my dreams at night

I need to hear your voice

To whisper into my heart love and light

I need your friendship that causes me

Never to feel alone

I need your arms to hold me

For in your embrace

I am home

How could I ever be satisfied with a season?

So I pray daily that God will keep it right.

Always.

To My Love...We are Magic in Music!

You Ain't Really Seein ME! A Poetic Interpretation (Art By Deveroux Reeves)

Into dark eyes you look

But you ain’t seeing really ME

You find in your thoughts what you made

Your theory of who I am

See my knotty hair

See a black man

But you ain’t really seeing me

A Man

You find in your thoughts

The nonsense

That any two men could be

Exactly the same

Can I just be a separate yet equal ME?

You see cold in my eyes

Because someone convinced you

That there’s no warmth therein

Fool. That’s what you are!

Your sins are white?

My sins are black?

Why then is it that your sins

Get a pardon of gray?

Where the hell is my pardon, I say?

Where is my freedom from being

Only what you see me as?

Huh?

When you ain’t even smelled this cigar

Before you were convinced that it stinks!

Don’t watch me!

Keep watchin yo TV!

You ain’t really seeing ME!

-Poetic Interpretation by Nadira Norjahan

No Feast (art by, Deveroux Reeves)

NO FEAST!

I see sharp fangs

In my sleepwalking

I will be devoured

By the beast

I can’t wake up

It has begun to bite me

From the time I was born

Choking on my own blood

The beast continues to feast

I sing through the pain

Alone

Running fast and hard

Don’t let me bleed to death

Notes of regret

Lyrics of fantasy

Hymns of a lost religion

A church with no congregation

Let me see the Revival

Screaming, shouting and sweating

Jumping from their seats

Let me walk on the water just one time

Let me hear them scream my name

Escaping the fangs of the beast

Who wants to devour me!

Standing, the wolf cannot have me!

THIS IS MINE!

God, let him not feast!

by Nadira Norjahan

JUST BETWEEN US

BETWEEN ME AN POETRY

I tell Poetry my secrets

Of the things I dare not say aloud

Giving away my pen persona

That lives in more than a world of words

But enveloped within my soul

Excited each time a line is read

Each time a line is recited

I tell Poetry my secrets

Sometimes it tells me lies

Tells my laughs and cries

Left to be interpreted by the ears that hear

Received by the hearts that share

Reciprocated by the souls of Poets who relate

Hear me, Poetry

For there is nothing but total Mind F*cks between us

I tell Poetry my secrets

They will read

They will hear

Yet they will never surely know.

That would be

Between me and my POETRY!

by Nadira Norjahan

RIGHT NOW, THIS MOMENT, WHILE I HAVE A CHANCE

RIGHT NOW, TODAY, THIS MOMENT-WHILE I HAVE A CHANCE

I am embracing you today

Not during tears over your ailing body

I am smiling at you today

Not merely to cheer you in darkness

I am giving to you today

Not on tomorrow which is not promised

I am celebrating you today

Not only on a holiday to honor your great works

I am serving you today

Not because you have given to me and not always because you are deserving

I am giving you life in a hug today

Not only when you cry out for my arms to hold you

I am expressing my feelings to you now

Because they are true and there is no reason to wait

I am enjoying your presence today

Because I need the memory fresh on my mind

I am honoring you today

Because a plaque can never say it all

I am forgiving you today

To free us both of regret

And I will love you daily

As much as I am able to love

Because my profession of love will be wasted

When our souls have passed on!

-by Nadira Norjahan

A POEM UNTITLED

A POEM UNTITLED

Just as my dreams try to float away

You restore me with the soothe of your words

You empower me

With the stoke of words

Words very simple

Audible, just above a whisper

Confirming me

Strengthening me

Restoring possibility

That my dreams will come true

Just to know that you will be there with me

Causes me to be motivated

Beyond what any meantime struggle may cause

Pain

Worry

Anger

Disappointment

Sadness

All dissipate

When our thoughts touch

I am so spoiled on your love

So glad it’s mine!

-Nadira Norjahan