Biography of Fatima Nusairat
Reading & writing are the most things I have ever loved..
I was born and raised over seas in a big family 5 brothers 5 sisters. As being the youngest, I have enjoyed more privilege than them, but the thing distinguish me was the addiction to reading especially poems, I used to read any book it falls in my hand, I remember once, I garbed a book, sneak into the flat roof of my house, during that I felt into sleep, my hole family, declared an emergency, looking for me were, until one of my brother went to the roof and spot me sleeping, of course I was grounded, and reprimanded, but that did not slow me down in reading & writing.
Fatima Nusairat's Works:
- Vowed to the Wind 2013
- Asleep in the House of Silence
Fatima Nusairat Poems
Thy Words Carry A Light
Thy words carry a light Can pierce the darkness heart. It hurls the hope wherever it falls, In my heart has its roots
The night, give's me, the silence.. And.. Whispered the trees.., River flow..!
Over time; I found the will in your eyes to live.
I've been here a while, I've been here forever I'm here I do not live,
Your letters, soft Like water, rain With them, My soul drifts as a bird
Perhaps You Will Come
I launched sighs towards you And wait.. The distances to shrink..!
Alone this smile leads no where, moves quickly before the joy then disappear. Alone, these currents blue in my veins, remain until moment, groping and crying silently.
'The Sadness Shadow'
I am the old picture, hanging on the wall of memory, I am the misery of torsos dry,
Oh dear dark night Such as black ink We lost our way
What Will The Wind Take
What will the wind take off From the window of the heart If the moon light faded? ! ,
Your eyes are enough This evening..; So the night.. Becomes Warmer..!
At The End Of Walkway
It's a pity not to pay attention Of this darkness: Here, 'Jasmine' drink the tears; Did you smell sobbing perfume..? !
Don'T Lose Me
For God's sake Don't lose me I who hung 'over the cliff'
Two palm shape a bowl for wound. My mouth is a big hole of cry ruminates in the dark the sorrow.
In his eyes
Like a butterfly in the fog
Begging nectar from heaven
The butterfly lost the way