Biography of Natasha Hochar
Hello there! I'm Natasha, an official member of this planet since 1990.
My love affair with poetry and literature began the moment I became literate. I'm from Lebanon, a middle eastern country bordering Syria and Palestine, holding Beirut as its capital, the Mediterranean for its sea and Arabic as its native language.
I have a weakness for interesting or beautiful ideas and their portrayals, whether they are manifested in literature, music, visually, or verbally. I am as curious as the cat who died, and I seek knowledge on a daily basis. When I am not submerged by human perceptions, I am fascinated by and looking up the facts of this world, of its nature, of its creatures, and of the universe holding it.
Natasha Hochar Poems
Your flame has burnt out a long time ago but your light still travels a distance left empty and cold. Fading away you hold on to a rope of past times and sceneries where you once thought you'd shone
Rays Of You
The fortress stands strong tonight in Zion And the black sky ascends to slowly touch its defeat The galaxy lingers above, and glitters with Orion And the sea crumbles willingly at Love's feet
This Is Not Over
What encompasses me is this I am entangled and estranged A moment in a dimension of bliss Is now so strangled and so changed.
The Only Land
In the chaos, the astounding pandemonium, peace dawned.
Roaming free in voluntary oblivion away from a life of imposed opinion. There is not much to say, but more to do.
Moon after moon is reborn and waning, and I am here anticipating. The tide is rising and waves are crashing where my footprints once signed the shore
The Elevator Sensation
I pined to become weightless Closed my eyes and thought I'd take this I wanted to be nameless I began to rise and thought I could wake this
In silence you, in silence me laying in distance, opposing infinities In silence true, in silence free staying in resistance to such frailty
Moon after moon is reborn and waning,
and I am here anticipating.
The tide is rising and waves are crashing
where my footprints once signed the shore
and then the tide goes low and I linger some more.
Suns show their faces, and shadows entertain us
until the cycle repeats bringing on the night.
Stars die and I am waiting in the remains of their light
as space rocks fly