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Small hurried steps,
The girls stepped out of the cottage..
Holding mugs filled with hot chocolate.
They sat atop the hill,
Looking up at the starry sky
With a blanket over their shoulders.
They looked into each other’s eyes and giggled
and shared their first kiss
Ever.
There was all but snow on the ground.
Before night fall,
She gathered twigs
and barks of wood.
To kindle a fire –
Not for warmth
Not for protection.
In the chaotic flames of fire
She fed her fiery desires
To lose herself in the rising flames
Only to be born from the ashes again.
Day 95
In the midst of commotion..
She faded into oblivion.
The incessant squabbles went on..
As she rode away on her pink unicorn.
Day 94
There was sickness in the air.
Clouded mind,
teary eyes,
runny nose.
Sniffing hard,
I let out a deep sigh.
Snuggled into the sheets
and went back to sleep.
“And, there goes my weekend!”
Day 93
I dream about you, yet again
You sat beside me – once again
You looked my way and turned away
I pursed my lips and dared to stare
Then you looked again and smiled at me
I melted at your sight
And woke up in a daze.
Day 92
A friend spews poison.
A loved one shows hostility.
Another blocks me.
Someone ignores me.
And you roll your eyes at me.
Why the cold heartedness?
Why so unkind and bitter?
I often try to understand humans..
No matter the love and care,
It never seems to be enough.
Day 91
You asked me to tell you my story,
Were you truly eager to know me?
When you looked into my eyes,
what did you find?
When you held my hand,
did you promise to stand by my side?
You sought for ‘your’ happiness,
never mine.
And, then you blame me for being a disappointment.
Day 90
It’s all foggy as a dream.
Tall naked trees
As far as the eyes can see.
Autumn leaves, below the feet
Warm, cool breeze touches the cheeks.
The sky is a clouded blanket of greyness
It’s only you and the forest serene.
Breathe deep to inhale the misty breeze
Walk into the paradise of your dreams.
Day 89
She curled up on her bed,
Lay there with her eyes closed.
A million thoughts raced across her mind.
She lived through each one of them
for brief seconds of time.
The only memory,
that lingered longer than the others was,
The picture of Batman’s car.
How did it get there?
Pretty smooth parking, uh!
Day 88
Did you watch me – watching you?
She let her eyes linger on him.
There was a silence in the air
Only a sweet hum of a bird
Winds rustled the fallen leaves
They walked past each other
With heads held down.
Nuraine Sadaf 