An obsessive writer
Lost in his words.
He saw many..
Long tireless days,
Sleepless nights.
Never stopping.
Lost in his words.
When the time came to stop
He did not understand
What is reality, what is life..
Until he completely lost his mind.
Author: Nuraine Sadaf
Writer|Traveller|Reader|
We Live Once
The theme of war is popular in movies.
Every single story which is based on war has made hearts weep and tormented minds with grief.
Yet we fight.
We make movies and we write stories on war with an eternal hope that someday man will realize the consequences of war and stop it once and for all.
It is a sad reality of this world where no matter how much one tries to promote peace, somewhere in some part of the world, soldiers continue to fight and innocents continue to die.
Man fights man by wrecking havoc in each other’s lives. They understand war only spreads sorrow and causes misery..yet they continue to fight.
Whose fight is it anyway?
When will there be a time where all of us will live together, forgetting about power, differences in culture, color of the skin, and religion?
We are only a speck of dust in this universe, when will we understand this and learn to embrace life?
Let us be grateful for being alive, so spread love, peace, and joy every single day of your life.
Unfinished Puppy Love
She came sprinting towards me.
In her twinkling tiny eyes I could sense excitement. I was stunned by her beauty, her long fluffy hair, had a lustrous sheen. Under the bright afternoon sun, it seemed like she was glistening. There was a strange kind of familiarity, I felt like she belonged with me.
Looking at her run towards me, I couldn’t help but smiled wider. She was super energetic, she rubbed against my legs, licked my fingers, and rested her head on my palm so dearly.
“Luna!” he called. I turned to look up at her parent.
He smiled kindly and said, “Isn’t she friendly?”
“Yes, very” I said and smiled back at him, but Luna wanted all of my attention and wouldn’t let me talk.
I went back to fondling her soft furry neck, I bent down and hugged her, and stroked her back affectionately.
He started walking and said, “Alright then, you have a great day!”
“Come Luna”, he said and just like that, he took Luna away from me so easily.
I shouted, “See you around!”
I turned to look back at Luna, she didn’t turn. She had already found new company, she was busy getting fondled again, this time by little kids.
I Watched Him
He stood long and alone,
With feet buried in the soft, warm sand.
He looked vacantly ahead at the ocean
Watching the waves rise angrily
Thrashing into each other
falling down,
then flowing away calmly into the ocean again.
He stood long and alone,
Till the sun began to set
turning the sky into red.
He buried his hands into his pockets
and continued staring ahead.
Cinder
A pile of wood
burnt to the ground.
A fume of smoke
rises from its ash.
Winding slowly,
fading away.
A gust of wind
Blows on the heap of cinder.
It takes to the air
Breezing through the forest
In which it once lived.
a little girl wish
In her mansion of dreams
Her garden was filled with
– daisies and daffodils.
She read stories
About palaces and fairies.
Dressed in pink and gold
She wore ribbons and shimmery were her soles.
Lying on lush green meadows
She sang sweet songs to the blue skies.
She danced with fireflies
and yearned for angel wings.
In her little world of glee
There was no room for fear or misery.
Her One-sided Love Story
She asked me to write a story about her one-sided love.
It was all just alive in her mind.
She had created scenes that had never happened. She imagined the words that he had never said.
She lived in a world of dreams.
She thought he was her prince.
Silly girl, what was she thinking, he only spoke to her once and she gave away her heart so easily.
While, he had forgotten about her and went on with living his life, the girl continued thinking about him and hoping that he would call.
Now, many years have passed.
In a random conversation, she tells me.. that she is still in love with him and that she knows where he lives. But she dare not make an effort to reach out for him because she has a family to care about.
She only has one burning desire.. and that is to get on her best friend’s nerves and waste her time by giggling and talking about the stories from her past.
Rambling on One’s Life
When life gives you with options, one always wonders, what is the best possible choice it can make for it to be the right decision..
When one has the time in hand, one feels guilty about not making productive use of it.
But, what does that mean? Does working for somebody else make one productive only because one can get money out of it?
But, is it right to be the master of one’s own life? To only do things that make one happy. Is it being selfish or is it just self-love?
When one spends all the time doing things that mean nothing to the outside world, but everything to yourself, is it good enough? Is it called art?
Or, when one spends all the time doing things for others without giving importance to one’s own desires is that good enough? Is it called a successful career?
What one fails to realize is, it is one’s own life. One should choose to do whatever it wishes to do without worrying about what the others do, what the others think, and what the others might say.
There is no purpose to fulfill in this world. There are many ways of looking at life. There are different paths to explore and innumerable things to learn. All one needs to do is learn to survive and choose to always remain happy.
..and the tree said..
“the cold, harsh winter withered me away.
It left me with nothing
but barrenness.
You saw through my emptiness..
You stood there for hours looking at my
crooked arms and shriveled body.
Though I had nothing upon me,
you always looked at me with a smile and exclaimed,
“So beautiful!”
and now the sun shines down upon me
making me warm
slowly bringing me back to life.
and now just for you my dear,
I will gather all my fallen leaves
and bloom like I’ve never before.
my leaves will dance when you move.
my blushing blossoms will paint rosiness on your cheeks.
the sweet fragrance from my wild flowers
will bury itself in your soft black curls.
my breeze will touch ever so lightly,
and kiss your face.
then I will watch you,
like you always did..
I will watch you, smiling at me again.”
Gently Falls the Bakula – Sudha Murthy
#BookReview
If you are looking for a simple and a sweet short story to read, then Gently Falls the Bakula is a great pick for a slow Sunday afternoon. Like a breeze, this story will take you into the beautiful small town of South Karnataka called Hubli, where the childhood love of the two protagonists, Shrimati and Shrikant, blossoms under the evergreen Bakula tree.
Shrimati and Shrikant are competitive, intellectual classmates and neighbors who soon turn into friends, they eventually fall in love with each other and then get married. However, this book is not just a sweet love story. It’s also about how Shrikant being an over-ambitious husband gets caught up in climbing the ladder of success in the corporate world and ends up ignoring the aspirations and dreams of his wife. Shrimati being an equally smart and intelligent woman, gives up her career and her love for history only to support her husband, Shrikant. She silently and submissively lives her life fulfilling the demands of her husband, while pushing aside her own desires and needs. After years of dominance and neglect, Shrimati finally decides to give importance to her own life and pursues her dreams.
This book deals with the old stereotypes of male dominance, submissiveness of women, women empowerment, gender equality, and small town mentality. Gently Falls the Bakula is beautifully written by the famous Indian author, Sudha Murthy. The book highlights how one needs to give equal importance to work and family. While pursuing ambitions and fulfilling individualist dreams, one must not go so far ahead that they end up leaving behind their family and loved ones. This book is an interesting read and I recommend that you give yourself the time to indulge in this easy to read and extremely well-written, sweet short story.
Nuraine Sadaf 