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.
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Of a Book
Drowsy eyes
Read the same lines
Over and over.
Stereotyping
It doesn’t matter where you are from
We all have faults of our own.
Lend a helping hand when you can
There’s no point kicking someone into a hole.
The Spring Comes
When spring comes,
Nights are shorter
Days are longer and warmer.
When spring comes,
It promises life and growth
Along with new hopes.
When spring comes,
Birds chirp, bees buzz
Trees bloom with fresh buds.
The seasons have changed
When spring comes
There’s always merriment
& freshness in the air.
A Cup of Love
Everyday I drop by at the cafe
& order my regular: Chai Latte.
Everyday I sit by the window
Just to get a glimpse of you again.
Everyday you bring to me
My cup of warmth and walk away.
Her beauty, a marvel
To the artists’ eyes.
But every night,
She cried herself to sleep
Coz her love was blind.
Of a Lady
To paint her portrait
She studied her, carefully.
Her gaze, a wildfire.
Dancing Flame
She fell asleep
While the dancing flame
Of the candle
Burned all night
By her side.
Journey
Long endless road
Rising sun on the horizon
I drive towards it.
Blush
Her powdered cheeks
A gush of wind
Caused her to sneeze.
Nuraine Sadaf 