Ada Wiam – Feeling Out of Order

June 30, 2014 | By | 13 Replies More

Most of the time,
there is no purpose to
my life. I feel
like a telephone
sitting at the center of
a crowded mall.
Never ringing.
Never talking.
Never knowing,
that it is out of order.

Ada Wiam is from India. She likes to think of herself as a writer. She’s a self-confessed book-aholic and a chocoholic who  loves using her imagination to craft a new world with new characters. Spinning stories is like a magic. She is the author of How I Won the Love Deal.

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Twitter: @Ada1thebuklover


Category: India, Knowing, Poetry, When Women Waken Literary Journal

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  1. Awesome write Ada Wiam. Beautifully expressed. Hope yo read more from you soon 🙂

  2. Tanisha Jackland says:

    This is sad but brilliant. You want to talk but people just keep on without acknowledgement of each other. Where is our humanity…somewhere hovering over a smartphone. Excellent work, Ada.

    • Ada says:

      That, I agree, is so true. Lost somewhere, we all are…. Without finding our way here. Thanks for reading and sharing your views:-)

  3. An eloquent depiction of despair.

  4. Mary Zimmer says:

    I appreciate your total honesty in this poem. Disconnect is always a risk for writers because it’s lonely work. So WWW let’s us talk with each other about our truth that no one else wants to hear. Keep writing!

    • Ada says:

      Thank you 🙂 for the encouragement. You’re so right about the disconnection and sometimes we felt complete, only, with words.

  5. Taut and concise depiction of emptiness, looking forward to reading more work soon!

  6. Ada says:

    Thank you 🙂 Please do read other 2 of my poems published here:-)

  7. Cathy Hird says:

    Vivid, quick and and surprising. Thank you for this.

  8. candice says:

    succinct images that capture so eloquently daily loneliness, the yearning for connection. lovely. just simply lovely.

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