She found a stem
with a tiny red bud
Fallen on the ground.
She took it home
Placed it in a glass of water.
Next morning,
She sipped her coffee with a smile
A gorgeous full-blown rose was by her side.
Tag: beauty
A Breezy Love
A beautiful face.
A gentle breeze.
Lightly kissed her cheek.
Then covered her blush
By blowing her soft curls
Over her face.
Symmetrical ripples
In the grey cloudy sky
A lone bird swam across it.
Every flower needn’t have to be a rose.
A simple nameless plant,
Blooms when everything is dry and withered away.
Bringing hope and tiny smiles.
Some fools sketch,
Trying to capture beauty in simplicity.
My Mother’s Perfume
She smiled in the mirror
while braiding her hair
with fair daisies.
She pinned them tightly
then draped on her
Rosy-pink saree like in 1980s.
Her face gleamed with joy
The kohl in her doe-eyes
Was a reason to many broken-hearted cries.
The pink lily talcum perfumed her cheeks
I look at her fondly
as Amma walks past me
like a summer breeze.
Hanging Lantern
Day 4 Inktober Challenge
A cold night where the skies are clear and blue, petals from flowers fall gently with the night breeze, a lantern hanging from the branches brings hope and lends light, making the experience beautiful for passersby.
Oh, Chandelier!
Just one look,
Was all it took..
To seize my attention
To get my heart racing.
The dazzling lights
Made me dreamy,
Taking me back in time
To a world of royalty.
Where the time passed but slow..
All there was to admire
Were magnificent tapestries
Order of aristocracy
Glamour of shiny gems
& sumptuous crystal chandeliers.
a little girl wish
In her mansion of dreams
Her garden was filled with
– daisies and daffodils.
She read stories
About palaces and fairies.
Dressed in pink and gold
She wore ribbons and shimmery were her soles.
Lying on lush green meadows
She sang sweet songs to the blue skies.
She danced with fireflies
and yearned for angel wings.
In her little world of glee
There was no room for fear or misery.
About Mornings
Day 53
There is something about mornings.
A fresh dampness in the air,
Calm, undisturbed terrain.
Light grey clouded skies.
Soft breeze rustling the leaves.
and birds chirping from afar.
The undisturbed innocence of the morning mind
Helps in appreciating these little things of life.
Is beautiful
Day 52
Stretch of barren land.
Desert rose, faltering petals.
Tombstones, serene cemetery.
Rising, grey dark clouds.
Bare isolated, autumn tree.
Fallen lonely, maple leaf.
Old dusty, deserted library.
Fallen shoe, on an empty road.
Rusty green, park bench.
And her tranquil gaze.
Found beauty in all of these.
Nuraine Sadaf 