Dreamer. Writer. Sees the magic of life through stories and words.
I want to be like the old monuments That withstood time and wars That witnessed history in the making That had to observe the atrocities
By Bahora Saitova 4 years ago in Poets
The rattling was hoarse. It had been like that all night. It seemed that it would go on forever. She wondered how much longer she would be able to bear it.
By Bahora Saitova 4 years ago in Fiction
Courage, an act of bravery Making life-or-death decisions Jumping into the fire to save someone Standing for yourself or others
Dry has become the well of ideas Under the scorching heat of pressure The thoughts disappearing As soon as crossing the mind
I change day by day Shedding old beliefs like tired skin I become another person So different from what I dreamed to be
I gave you everything, my son But it still wasn’t enough I tried so hard to instill in you Values to make you strong
She rose from the ashes of despair Like a phoenix battling the blazing fire Dark night invaded her soul But the darkness was blinded by her light
Lost in a sea of words To erase my loneliness I chase the feeling of worth Hidden in the sanctuary of words I skip from one page to another
As I peer through the darkness I can hear the nightingales sing a melody A song of love and destiny As dawn appears in the sky’s vastness
Rise up, be proud Feel the fire in your soul Feel the beating of your heart Realize your power and your might You’re capable beyond imagination
Words are so small, seemingly insignificant Made of vowels and consonants A simple breath of air Coming out of your lips
Come dance with me in the infinite immensity Let us meet in those meadows where we’re free Let us embrace each other without inhibition
