Biography of Debra Masky
Mother of 3 children. A son 17 and two daughters 12 & 5.
A working mother based in Dubai - United Arab Emirates in the Middle East.
Orignally from Mumbai - India, but have not been home for two decades.
In my free time, I do gardening, love cooking and get creative, besides writing poetry that comes from my heart and short stories or essays.
Love to play scrabble being my favorite game.
Debra Masky's Works:
Hope to one day!
Debra Masky Poems
A Passing Moment
I was upset for he gave me no good news, I ignored him as much as I could But there he was again, Standing in front of me and
Behind Those Eyes
I vision that behind those eyes, He has something to tell, He has something that he is hiding away from me For I can see in his smile
Am I Dying In Your Silence?
Silence is a sure killer For your silence kills Kills me slowly and softly Your silence is like a song
A Yearning Heart
Its a pleasant summer’s day and cool morning, With the sun shining brightly through my window
A New Year's Resolution
They say old is Gold and new is Silver, But for me memories of the past are Those that take you to a future.
Maybe I am the only one who feels this way or Maybe everyone is feeling this way Maybe I just the one who does know what I want or Maybe I have what I want but don’t know about it
A Feeling Called Love
What is this thing called love? And see what it has done to me It has made me go crazy And do the weirdest things ever
I still recall the tender smile, cheerful face Of my dearest DAD who shared and cheeredMy moment of pain, movements in pain You’re the greatest DAD I’ve ever seen. My nights were alive with your stories vivid
A Funny True Incident
On the bus stop I stood today waiting for the bus but lost in the thoughts of you I was lost in a conversation with you - I imagined
Don'T Lose Hope
Don’t lose hope for Into each one’s life will fall,
One day you just walked into my life Captivating and lovely to my mind
Today I want to thank God for giving me a new day Today I want to smile at everyone on my way
As I stood by the banks of river I see the frogs croaking
The November Rain
There was a big howl that followed by a sandy storm Everything flew here and there, and there was dust everywhere.
Is This Love Or Passion
Passion is a horse that knows no master, And I cannot with fences make it stay.It must run free towards daylight or disaster, Away to a new day.So I must say what you don’t want to hear, But it’s a truth that both of us must bear.
For us life passes like a dream, Revealing only what is on our minds.
I don’t understand what happened to usOr why you have turned away.
Guess you are playing Hard to get? Of course you are free to do as you like, But first I have something to say.
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