Temperatures dropped.
Pitter-pattering rain.
Turned into tiny beads of snow.
Tapping gently on my window.
Category: Poems
It’s all hazy.
A heaviness inside my mind.
I tried to overcome the feeling with a smile.
Smile turned into a tear.
Sleep lingered on her eyelids
He carried her in his arms
And tucked her into bed.
Symmetrical ripples
In the grey cloudy sky
A lone bird swam across it.
Just a Book?
From the outside it might just be another book.
On the inside there’s a whole new world.
& in those words I belong.
Walk
Dusk was falling rapidly.
Air was getting colder.
Path ahead was lonely.
No one there to hold her.
Worth It
The night was cold and dark
Next morning; sunlight glistened
Like diamonds in the snow.
The Wait
Who would have known
That I would sit here
Whiling away my time
Staring absently at the sky.
Sometimes a honey bee
Breaks my reverie
Sometimes I sip on my tea
Listening to chirping melodies.
Hours fly by
From daylight to twinkles in the sky
As I sit and dreamily wait
For my lover to walk through the gate.
A fallen Autumn leaf swirled up in the air.
Slowly it drifted down the lane.
A graceful glide with the gentlest wind waves.
A Warm Bakery
On a rainy morning,
At some time of the day in mid-winter
I heard a sound of hustling,
Was it the trees rustling?
No silly, it’s the silver crockery
Crowded in Malvern Buttery.
The sounds of murmur rise in the air,
Is this a cafe or a winter fair?
With the warm smell of coffee
and oven-baked soft breads
A tingling grumble rises deep in the belly.
Nuraine Sadaf 