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Homeward - Layla Ali Sultan
A collection of poems that depicts the poet's mystical and spiritual journey. This journey takes the reader through the valleys of nature, love and infinity. All these paths leads to the One. It's a love story between the poet and God. The poet takes you through many veils of illusions as she tries to find her way.
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Read my latest poem on my wordpress blog :
Together again
I really don't like how my poems look like on tumblr I haven't found an efficient and satisfying way (yet) to share them here.
It's about enduring love, healing and forgiveness. Inspired by the words of a wise man who reminded me that I get to choose whether I carry a garden within me or a furnace.
Please do let me know what you think about it.
Read my latest poem on my wordpress blog :
Together again
I really don't like how my poems look like on tumblr I haven't found an efficient and satisfying way (yet) to share them here.
It's about enduring love, healing and forgiveness. Inspired by the words of a wise man who reminded me that I get to choose whether I carry a garden within me or a furnace.
Please do let me know what you think about it.
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The return of the gardener (full version)
Writing again
Sometimes, writing doesn't come easily or naturally... So I let it rest. Like a field left to recover after being often cultivated. When it's time to write again, I am taken by a tide. And what a harvest it is!
Wroting again after a long break feels like coming back to life again
My birds wake at dawn My birds vanish at sunset My birds flit by all day. Their each have their voice They each have their song They each have their dreams Have you heard them? Have you seen them? Have you followed them? By those lonely city trees Through those sleepy bushes In those wavering woods. Follow them Follow them we must. Â [...]
Utter Peace - Layla Ali Sultan
The trick to keep on writing is to write for yourself and write what you want to write.
I know, it’s not a new advice or a magical trick but it’s true.
It’s nice to receive likes/kudos/shares etc or to see new sales of your book. But if this is why you’re writing you might tire yourself.
Most of us will not become famous authors and it doesn’t matter... As long as we’re doing our craft for our own satisfaction.
The way I see it is that I write what I feel like writing, I polish my words for my own satisfaction... Sharing with others and receiving good feedback is just the cherry on top. It’s nice but if nobody likes my poem today.. well.. At least I wrote what I needed to write and I’m satisfied. Because my priority is satisfying this need to write.
Rome’s on fire California’s on fire Portugal’s on fire and stil, you call me mad. They are growing old those I love the most. It’s falling apart, that place I love the most. It’s scattering away, that dream I love the most. Should I say loved, instead of love? Should I say gone instead of going? Should I say closed instead of closing? Keep that last bit of coffee Keep that last piece of candy Keep that last final episode Until it tastes stale Until it falls in pieces Until it doesn’t mean anything anymore. But I know how to say goodbye But I know how to walk away But I know how to close the book. Just don’t want to do it anymore [...].
 High Time - Layla Ali Sultan
I don’t have pets, I have a garden full of birds. I don’t have children, I have a garden full of cherries. I don’t have a husband, I have a garden full of roses. Delicious silence, Intoxicating absence, Heady vacancy. Poetry in the dawn breeze, Songs in the afternoon sun, Dancing in the moonlight. A solitude filled with such beautiful stories with such beautiful songs with such beautiful sighs. And prayers. What is beyond these woods? What is beyond that valley? What is beyond that day? God knows…
Heady Vacancy - Layla Ali Sultan
The longest day - Layla Ali Sultan
The boy who always returns - Layla Ali Sultan
The boy who always returns - Layla Ali Sultan
You beckon me home to You - Layla Ali Sultan
There’s a world beyond carefully crafted words There’s life beyond polished pretty pictures There’s truth beyond hollow soft quotes Wild woods teeming with life, Lively gardens exhaling perfume. Colorful boughs shivering with songs. My garden has many Seasons Sounds Moods. Flowers come and go Leaves grow and whither Birds flit and fly. Some leave Some return Some stay. And there’s my friend… With a bleeding heart With a glowing heart With a blushing heart. He whispers He sings He tweets According to the time of the day. [...]
My friend, with a glowing heart - Layla Ali Sultan
Extract of My friend, with a glowing heart - Layla Ali Sultan
