Writer
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.
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?
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.
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
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.
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.
Day 79
The trees have shed their leaves
Only the bare empty branches remain
Looking like a wrinkled old man’s outstretched arms.
Day 78
I wish the world becomes a better place to live.
No misery, treachery or guilt.
All I wish for is –
Happiness, harmony and peace.
Each of us spread love, bring smiles
and care of the betterment of the other.
We need to be better humans with every passing day.
Is it fair for me to still hope this way?
Day 77
The curiosity never seems to end
The greed only begins to increase
Never will there come a time
Until we are wholly satisfied
So why the guilt?
Keep on with the journey of experiences.
Day 76
When long stretches of empty roads begin to unwind
You secretly wish the journey never comes to an end.
All that surrounds are lush green trees,
Under the overcast skies.
Colourful bougainvillea leaves,
a book and a friend for company.
Nuraine Sadaf 