NASSIRA NEZZAR

NASSIRA NEZZAR

SOMETIMES A WORD..

Have you ever contemplated the poet’s eyes

And how they hold the huge mass of words

Have you ever seen the rebellion of stars in the skies

And how they hold each other for brightening our world...

Have you ever stared at the trip of words..

And how they delve deeply

into hearts despite the long miles..

Sometimes a word

hugs our dreams to irrigate them with joy

Sometimes a word

Hugs our reality to throw us as if we‘re a used toy..

Sometimes a word..

Takes me to the depth of your world..

Where there’s no hate, no discrimination, no wars...

No jealousy, no oppression, and no difference of religions...

Yes...your world...

Where I see only the eyes of a loving poet

A poet...

Who lives the storms but spread tranquillity...

Who collects words of love and joy to forget his misery...

Yes sometimes a word to appear with confidence

Sometimes a word to disguise as the weak flies...

So behind the silence they hide...

Sometime a word carries many questions

Awaitening one sufficient answer...

We are created in this world

For loving each other not for killing or

Using our words as swords...

SHADES FROM DESERT

Sitting on the edge of twisted lines

Looking to  that warm embrace

Holding love, hope and faith

While the desert is there

Sitting on patience’s chair

She looks so thirsty

In her eyes there’s an endless dignity

Her eyes become dry while looking

To the lost water

To the ambiguity of fate

And to the dream laying

Under the cool shades

Her sand is golden and bright

in the shining rays of sun

she sees her secret and right

but where is the bold light ?

Is it there or with the moon and stars

for his immortality keeps to fight

and for his serenity delves in billion nights?

Despite the large spaces

And The lonely traces

The desert tries to  survive

For keeping her smile alive.

THE FARTHEST I’VE GONE

My ears were fixed on the sound made by your heartbeats.

My eyes were fixed on the pride built on your eyelids

My feeling climbed with blissful heights of love

Looking above..

Searching the pinnacle of your heart..

The farthest I’ve gone with you

Your love delved  into my soul deeply

You were whispering:

I’m the joy that covers your sadness..

I’m the peace that covers your frightfulness

I’m the small embrace in which you find vastness

I’m you and the farthest  you’ve gone  to my heart

You’ll discover many things and «  ME »

The farthest I've gone with you had shown me things

I can't construe..

The farthest I've gone with you the sweetest bridge

I've walked through ..

The farthest I've gone with you I would like to redo it

and start new..

The farthest I've gone with you time flies in it by fast..

We lived the moment without care

of the future or the past.

NASSIRA NEZZAR

NASSIRA NEZZAR, A writer from Guelma –Algeria- She worked as an English language teacher at the university of May 8th 1945 Guelma for 8 years ...Also, a teacher at the National institute for vocational training...She adores writing since young age...Nassira Nezzar has a published book, a collaboration work with the American author Rob McBride, She has collaborative poems with the American author John E wordSlinger, they are available on youtube. Nassira Nezzar has also many participations in international anthologies which were published in USA, Poland, India...Her website is: www.wordsocan.wordpress.com.