Day 8
A piece of brownie
A packet of chips
A box of donuts
A can of beer.
Sunday goes like this.
Category: Poems
Memories
Day 7
Why do I love thee
Oh dear memories.
Why hold on to thee
When every passing day can go by
Making new memories.
Summers
Day 6
The summer is here
Bright sunny days
Hot rising air.
Time to put the
Sunglasses and sun caps on.
Get into those
Floral printed dresses
Colourful shorts.
Sip on some
Margaritas and cold coffees.
When Friends Talk
Day 5
When friends talk
You know it will take a while to stop.
It can go on for hours
When they reminisce the memories of their past.
When friends talk
The many emotions on their faces
Look like a movie.
Excitedly with light in their eyes
They open up and share their lives.
When friends talk
They disagree, get angry and fight.
But when they come back and smile
You can’t help but hug them tight.
Friends make life easier
They comfort and assure you
When they put their arm around you.
You know they will always be around you.
Feeling Low
Day 4
Everyday is a new story
A different mood latching onto you.
Today is one of those miserable days
Where you don’t feel good about anything.
You just want to break down
and weep out loud.
Look up at the walls
and hold back those tears from falling down.
Guess it’s okay to feel sad and weak
Now and then
It is just a boo day,
Tomorrow I will be better again.
Drifting Off
Day 3
I’ve had a long weary day,
Let me sleep.
I’ve completed dreary chores,
Being half asleep.
I’ve dragged myself home
In hopes of magical dreams.
Don’t hold me back now
Give me no more tasks now
The couch is waiting for me
and I need to sleep.
Kneeding the Dough
Day 2
I feel the soft white powder
I dig my fingers deep inside
Your softness has begun to turn coarse
You are falling apart,
I say hold on
I’m putting you back together
Slowly and gently moulding you
Kneeding you over and over
Slowly you start turning soft again
Pretty flour you’ve matured
And my you’re now a handsome dough.
Lazy Sunday Afternoon
Day 1
Lounging on the couch,
Listening to the birds chirp.
Alone and bored,
I look up at the ceiling and wonder
How to go about with the day?
If there’s anybody out there doing the same
Holla to you, I’m sharing my day with you.
You are a human,
Not a paper on which I can write my emotions.
I do not know how you will perceive what I feel.
You might get me wrong.
And things might get messier.
So I remain silent or show you what’s on my mind?
Listless
Worthless, seeking happiness in others.
An emptiness, so shallow.
With no interest absolutely in doing anything meaningful.
All I do is watch the world outside,
the cloudy skies,
an eagle flying high,
people walking by.
Questions of existence and the point of life.
With no distinguishable role to play.
Artistry of others inspires me.
A blanket of darkness clouds my mind.
Thoughts of happier people living their lives.
These moods of mine take control of my mind
They consume my better side,
I walk around wearing a mask of anger and whine.
Spreading negativity.
A wave of throbbing pain in my brain.
I breathe deep and try to understand what is it that I want..
An ear to listen, someone to appreciate and care
Understand the person I am
And who am I?
Just an ordinary girl
Swamped in emotions in need of love.
Nuraine Sadaf 