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.
Category: Poems
No Need for More
Day 87
A mystic girl in the wild
With a desire for a miracle
Set out with a smile.
Her dreams were petty
She did not wish for more
Only a happy world
Amidst the beauty of nature
With a few friendly loving souls
and no greed for more.
To Do or Not to Do
Day 86
The days pass like a drifting leaf..
The time keeps leaving me behind.
With an upraised arm I run after,
Presuming it would wait.
When the realisation dawns on what is lost,
I scowl and settle on a plan of action,
To not fritter my time away.
But then again,
A confused, lazy thought perches
On my rational brain.
It longs for an aimless, uneventful day.
And so, I let my mind wander away.
Ah, so easy it is to do nothing but stare.
While my unread books,
Unfinished work,
Unanswered mails,
And gym awaits.
Shame
Day 85
Who ever says,
Giving birth is a wonderful feeling
Is lying.
You are fooled into believing
About it being a beautiful feeling.
It is but only a responsibility,
It is hard work,
It is expectations and emotional distress.
Stop following the herd.
Stop populating the world
That is already over-populated.
Open your eyes India look around,
You are feeding those innocent mouths
By stealing,
By becoming inhuman
With greed
With a selfish hope
That they will be your only support
When you are old.
Forever Confused
Day 84
There’s a fear, some constant kind of worry.
Where do I begin?
What do I put my finger on,
To understand what’s bothering me.
To start off with – there’s uncertainty.
Towards where do I guide my life’s story?
All along is but a hazy endless path.
Then there’s overthinking about life.
The purpose and plan –
To make it worthwhile.
But nothing ever seems to be right.
Same old question begins to rise,
What’s the goddamn meaning of life?
Parenthood
Day 83
An unworldly soul
Has been abruptly discarded
From her roots.
All the while,
She was under the shadow
Of her protectors.
Now, she is all by herself.
Lost and abandoned.
She reaches out for her roots
To seek support.
Alas, they seem to have forgotten her.
A Cab Journey
Day 82
He sat there by my side.
Losing his grip.
Getting frustrated.
He clawed his bag with impatience.
I sat quietly beside.
With no movement.
Staring hard into my book.
Hours went by in silence.
Then came the time for him to leave.
He left me hanging.
Handsome, random, cab partner!
#FindingJoyInMiseries
Misty Shadows
Day 81
She yelled from the inside of her lungs.
Believing the pain would leave her body.
But she only ended up feeling hollow.
The tears had dried up.
Nothing remained but sorrow.
So she tied a scarf around her neck.
And walked away into the misty shadows.
The Moon & The Girl
Day 80
Not so soon called out the moon,
If only I could see you a while longer.
Alas, she turned her back again
And walked into the room.
Every day the scene would repeat
The moon would wait patiently
To get a glimpse of her deep dreamy eyes
Oblivious, the girl stood in the darkness of the night
Looking vacantly at the moon
With longing and hopeless desires.
Trees without Leaves
Day 79
The trees have shed their leaves
Only the bare empty branches remain
Looking like a wrinkled old man’s outstretched arms.
Nuraine Sadaf 