Mousheera Shafik

Mousheera Shafik Poems

It was about an hour,
When I realized
How pale got my flower..
And my life is compromised
...

Every thing seem to be so white
Where am I?
What is that light that has a powerful bright?
What is that?
...

Why can't I breathe?
Whenever I think about you
Why can't I speak?
Whenever I speak about you
...

Alas! How did I do this to you?

Alas…..!
What a pain….!
...

5.

She laid down in her bed,
Her eyes are up to the ceiling,
With these millions thoughts in her head,
She had that hideous feeling.
...

I lived my life day after another,
And think about love.. I didn't bother
knowing well that time is like a wheel,
rolls and rolls and some day um going to feel
...

Restart…
My life just needs a little restart,
As to handle this broken heart,
Restart…
...

Nay…
That's what I'd probably say,
Nay, nay, naaaaaaaay
Screaming and saying it out loud
...

I saw your light that always guide
I saw the kindness in your pride
You can move the world alone again
Then…I realized that I'll never loose more that I'll gain
...

You let your lies control,
They'd grow like a snowball,
That soon on you will fall,
And no one will hear your call…
...

He who faces a trouble, should face it well,
And if he drive himself to troubles that are the same,
He deserves to take all the blame.
...

I have a story to tell you, grand son,
It'll bring you joy, and so much fun
...

In my darkened room,
I laid so tired on my bed,
Seeing my fatal doom,
And neither am I alive, nor dead.
...

'Not all that shines is gold.',
That's what I've been really told..
As he likened the lesson to a butterfly,
That is magnetized to a candle's flame,
...

An old life ends with a new one,
The moon can not forego the sun,
A Dim light and a doom life are almost dun,
And only a man with reason, of them can shun.
...

Not every decision should be right,
It differs from one man to another's paradigm…
One man may see, but another have a sight
Thus.. the first is impeded… the other, always reach just at time
...

My love is a spellbinding creature from the inside-out,
His brow is uplifted to the sky, like a lofty unshakable mountain.
He is a symbol of a free soul, and he has what manhood is all about,
He is so Strong like the wind, and so kind and generous like the rain
...

He may like Eve's rational voice,
And may like her notions bare,
Mind or body… when it comes to choice,
He'd choose a nude body, and sits and stare…! ! !
...

Mousheera Shafik Biography

humans are always different... one man thinks he is the centre of universe and one other feels like a dropp in a wide rage ocean... but bothe humans are so hopeless.. as the human self bears moments of grandeur, and moments of dwindling.., moments of poise, others of rage.., moments of passion, others of wounds.. and the right contradictive word of passion is aversion... but wounds are more fitting as those ones who love never know how hate. some lines came from within as they've been all experienced. but the more knowledge i gain, the more ignorant i figure my self out. the more um feeling august, the more i feel so small when i just stand besides the ocean. the more um getting hurt, the more um getting so strong... here in the Arabian culture.. when there is something impossible comes along, we describe it as (this would be the fourth impossible) have you ever heard of the three impossibles? the three impossible are to be; the roc.., the phoenix.., and A REAL FRIEND INDEED. i guess it's getting garrulous, but i think it's precious :) um Mousheera shafik,20 years old love to rhyme somehow, love drawing, painting and the fine arts as a whole.. always find a way in writting, reading.. as those paradoxes that you may learn from are to be so few if you relied on self experiences.. and the most important thing that keeps me going is my love... I love him so much :))

The Best Poem Of Mousheera Shafik

An Hour

It was about an hour,
When I realized
How pale got my flower..
And my life is compromised
Can't climb his pride tower
Can't stay down so paralyzed

It was about an hour,
Moved to be a one big day
A day as you went away
And I keep on remembering,
We used to sing and we used to play,

It was a very day…
When red went gray,
It was a passing day,
That took my smile away,
And day by day,
Time passes…

And that's the very week,
When pain controlled,
When my heart got so weak,
Seemed sick and cold…

Weeks go and become years;
Years of sadness,
Years of tears

years pass and I'll be me again
years pass and I'll get over the vain

Mousheera Shafik Comments

Ahmed Abomahfouz 16 July 2011

your poems reflects so delicate feminine personality, and your words react with each others in a soft chemistry as complete music bad.Great job, i will wait for more poems of yours

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