N i d a M a h m o e d

Home Body,

Rolling on the bed while rapping in the bedsheet,

I want to dress,

But inner storms' Floating me far,

Where I find too hard to feel again in a home, 

At home, where I can dance naked,

And embrace me utterly,

My body is my home,

I feel the real me behind its wall,

All storms are mine,

I want to nourish this home again,

And bud the Rose's in a nude soil,

And I have to close all the windows' 

In the gray clouds!

Your body is a beautiful Universe, Dark, Deep and Shining, Take care of your Universe!

My dear world, Your children's scream in pain, But no one hearing, In this dirty mans game, The edge of the machine, Cuts so deep, An eye for an eye, Makes the whole world blind, Yet we think another bullet, Will save us this time!

Don’t ask me how I feel, Let me just see your smile, It’s the window to a new sunrise!

Embrace me through sea breeze from the storm and let allow me to swim into your body to soul. - Nida Mahmoed

Let’s talk about those dreams’ Which you never tell to anyone’ even your own self, Tell me about your dream’ Where we run in the dark jungle, And pull the bodies out of the lake, And dress them in warm clothes, And under the naked sky’ We lay on the sand and the birds flying, Until we forget that we are birds with big wings, And can fly higher and higher, It’s not like the sky where have to end somewhere, It’s more like a morning song on a radio, How we rolled up on a rush green grass ground, And feel the dance inside our souls, We kissed and there was another dream to start, Look at the light through the window curtains, That means it’s a brighter morning, That means’ we are exuberance, The light passing through our bodies to our souls, Tell me how all this, Tell me did you feel the dream in you.

By, Nida Mahmoed.