MAHINOUR TAWFIK - POEMS

Mahinour Tawfik, a 24 year old - Egyptian senior medical student
Her first anthology " Dark Secrets" was released April 2016 in USA by KCL publishing company in South Carolina ,   nominated for the Bram stokers 2017 award   
She was one of the participants of the 9th international poetry festival in India September 2016 . She was featured in the local Indian daily newspaper besides the former features in multiple anthologies and online literary Magazines {Creative Talents unleashed – Ripen the page – International forum of literature and culture of peace} & the helix magazine CCSU  She received a certificate of appreciation from world poetry Canada , Vancouver  She currently working on the release of the second Anthology "Once upon a Dream "

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The power of Now 
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Like east and west is awake and conscious
The power of mind couldn't be less ominous
If the slave transcends taking over his master
Swirling back and forth from before to after
 
When all but now is a sense of illusion
Deriving its power from pleasure or pain
So fragile the mind is to abide the confusion
Of an identity derived from phantom of remains
 
Inattentive to the truth in this whirlwind
Handing over its limitless power
To the thought feasting upon one’s mind
Cause its survival commands it to devour
 
For a moment I stepped from this battlefield
Not only aware of the events but conscious
Neither aiming an arrow nor holding shield
Not a convict not a victim but an anonymous
 
I've seen the master handing over the reign
Since then misery has dwelt the kingdom
Like the thoughts that took hold of the brain
Grieving the past pleading future for freedom
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Unchained
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​Armless warrior awaiting the throne
Jailbirds turned out to be jailors
Along the illusion called comfort zone
Ships are harbored alongside sailors
 
Though past the dread of gale and hail
Lies limitless worlds of splendor
That'll show as we embark on sail
Clearer as more fears surrender
 
"Failure to fight is fighting to fail
Until one comes at the world's behest
Stand still, one'd rather derail
Till he's reached Far East then west
 
Had ships remained at the harbor
Iron would have met its rust
Had warrior worn their armors
Wouldn't've sit around gathering dust
 
 

Love
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One is born in the quest for love
But what's love but pain and woe
Painters and poets all speak of
Before the end, most drown below
 
Diamond stars in dreamy skies
Thunder falls and the angel dies
Ruby red the painting goes
 
On the balcony Juliet awaiting Romeo
To beat the kindred – grasp her heart
but through her blood, poisons flowed
Romeo flees before the battle 'd start

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