A fallen Autumn leaf swirled up in the air.
Slowly it drifted down the lane.
A graceful glide with the gentlest wind waves.
Category: Poems
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.
Towards Greater Heights: Haiku
My path; piled-up by snow
I continue to walk slow
Towards the imposing Mount Kilimanjaro.
*Inspired by the famous quote of Fyodor Dostoevsky, “To live without Hope is to Cease to live.” No matter how difficult life gets, we continue to give our best to achieve our dreams.
Longing
I am sorry, I was away.
When I arrive,
I will search in your eyes
for longing and desire.
I guess,
you would miss me.
When I arrived,
You never turned my way.
Or look towards me.
You even failed to realize,
I was away.
I am standing by your side.
With longing and love in my eyes
Hoping, one day you’ll turn my way.
What is wrong with me?
Why is my mind treating me so miserably?
All I ask for are a few words..
To please my soul.
But seems like my numb mind
Is being too difficult
To let it all flow.
All I ask for are a few words
To rain down from my brain.
But every time I sit down to write
Holding this pen with all my might,
My mind remains to be distracted
Refusing to partake in my efforts
That could possibly bring me
Some glory.
Twilight
The sky has turned pink and blue.
The greyness of winter has brought in some hue.
The sun is going down the horizon
Leaving behind colors of twilight.
To hold on to;
Before returning,
To the stillness of a long black night.
A Nonet – Whisper in the Night!
A whisper in the darkness of the night
Made me pull my blanket up tight.
I lay inside with eyes wide open
Holding on to my breath.
The bed creaked; sheets rustled.
I shut my eyes.
A whisper again
It said,
Mine!
State of the Religious
What is this religion for which we fight?
That we are so passionate and proud about..
Does it teach us to beat people?
Harm them, murder them, or hurt them?
If it does, then why are you standing by it?
If it doesn’t, then why are you doing it?
Religion is staying together and showing mercy.
It is loving one another and being at peace.
It is about making the world a better place for our children.
Love
Love.
A beautiful emotion,
the lesser said the better.
It is a feeling that needs
to be experienced.
Love is best seen in the eyes of your loved ones.
You know when that affectionate warmth is meant just for you.
You know that their hearts melt
when their lips slowly turn into a smile
every time they see you.
You know your love would give up everything
just to be with you.
Love is a feeling that slowly kills
a little bit of you,
yet you love..
Because it keeps you alive.
Haunted Castle
Haunted castle.
Restless ocean.
Dreary thunderous night.
Dusty curtains.
Lost footsteps.
Creaky wooden floors.
Dirty hingeless doors.
Rusty leaking taps.
Sleepy rabid bats.
Withered old trees.
A rustle on dried leaves.
A shadow with the breeze.
A lacy low-cut red gown.
A gasp.
A silent forgotten scream.
Nuraine Sadaf 