Day 2 Inktober – “Wisp”
In her dreams, her burning desires come alive.
Day 2 – Wisp
Tag: art
Day 1 – Fish
Day 1 Inktober Prompt 2020 – “Fish”
Keeping Tui, the moon spirit on my mind I draw this koi fish. May all your elements be perfectly balanced.
I Just Published My First Poetry Book
Dear Readers,
I hesitate to post something that is not a poem or a story.
I have always had a lifelong dream to publish my own book. Today I am proud to say that my first Kindle book, Into Words is live on the Amazon store. I urge you to please have a look.
Below is the link to Amazon US, however you can get it in almost any country by searching for “Into Words Nuraine Sadaf” on Amazon. For now it is only available in the Kindle format, but I hope to have a Paperback shortly!
My book, Into Words, includes more than fifty poems and it is a collection of my thoughts that are expressed in the form of poetry on various themes like,
– Seasons
– Love
– Fantasies
– Emotions
– Hope
If you believe in the healing power of poetry and its ability to do good in the world, I urge you to create more poetry and also support my humble contributions.
Thank you for following and liking my blog posts from which I have received the encouragement and courage to self publish my first poetry book.
Thank you and ever so grateful.
Link to my book of poems: Into Words
Please do buy! 🙂
Sun’s Glory
A blazing hot day.
The sun like a fire ball,
Deep blue sky.
The Storm Broke
It was a pitch-dark starless night.
Rain pattered furiously on the streets,
The wind repeatedly rattled on my window screens.
I sat silently on the corner of the bed
With the sheets pulled close to my chest.
A tremendous flash of lightning
Cracked the sky in two,
Followed by a sharp thunderous boom
Sending shivers down my spine.
But, I listened to the violence of the storm all the while.
Frightened yet curiously amazed by the magnanimous power of the skies.
Visualize
The stillness
of an old lone tree
by the sea.
On a full moon night.
The piano played
a sweet soulful tune.
With the keys,
her feet tip-toed on the floor.
Bending and rising like a ballerina.
She flowed like a river was inside of her,
Gliding and sliding with the notes
The rhythm played
invitingly in the air.
Soon with the mystical melody,
she faded.
On the Streets of Paris
‘Twas the wretched dream again.
Reminding me of a glorious day,
A time that my memory refuses to forget.
‘Twas a balmy summery day.
I wandered the streets of Paris again.
Where the trees bloomed decorously
Casting shadows on empty lanes.
There were bustling shops selling
Tiny trinkets and many souvenirs.
Parisian buildings were everywhere.
With the prettiest-looking artistic balconies
I stopped a moment to absorb the view
Then, ended up clicking just a photo of you
– A fallen abandoned leaf by my feet.
Kidding,
District 19
Not a soul to be seen
On the deserted streets,
Lost are all hopes and dreams.
All of a sudden from nowhere,
A mockingjay sings a melody
Of Katniss Everdeen.
Light seeped in
Through a cracked window
Illuminating the room.
Paint brushes and stained cloth
Lay scattered on the
Greying dusty wooden floor.
An artist worked tirelessly
Somewhere in a corner.
Nuraine Sadaf 