Day 11
The dark is mysterious
Fear, uncertainty.
But why the worry?
Hasn’t it always been quiet
Undisturbed and calm.
The Silent Ones
Day 10
You do not talk much.
You are a loner.
You are socially awkward.
You spend time with books.
You like your own company.
But what are you going to do
When you are put in a spot
And when you are expected to talk?
Do not put on a mask
Your words of wisdom will make the mark.
Embracing Change
Day 9
A cloud above my head
Of worry and anxiety.
A new beginning of life
There’s hesitation and confusion.
The daily rhythm is going to break
I’m transitioning into a new phase.
Guilty Much
Day 8
A piece of brownie
A packet of chips
A box of donuts
A can of beer.
Sunday goes like this.
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.
Nuraine Sadaf 