Writer
Day 37
In the midst of commotion,
It’s easy to lose your identity.
Hide behind or disappear,
Nobody would notice.
But when you stand alone,
It’s a problem too.
You stand out and soon,
The commotion is all about you.
Judgemental pricks.
Live and let live.
Day 35
On the edge of a mountain cliff,
A little boy settles down..
To glance up at the clear skies.
and to behold the magnificence
Lying ahead of him.
Serene natural splendour
Deep valleys and lakes,
Blessed forests and picturesque mountainscapes.
The little boy stops by everyday
To forget his story,
and to rejoice in nature’s glory.
Day 33
Exhaustion, mundaneness
Blank, Lost, Unenthusiastic
Passive, Sadness, Coffee
Music, Sleep, Aloneness.
No flowery poem.
Just my state of mind for today.
Day 32
When the bird was flying high in search of its prey,
Did it ever worry about failing?
When the horse was racing faster than the wind,
Did it ever think about falling?
When the burden of fruits pulled the branches down,
Was the tree afraid of dying?
Then why do we worry about falling, failing and dying..
Without even trying?
Day 18
Life like a race..
Pacing ahead.
You’re running,
Challenging yourself.
To do more.
To be the best.
Then the pressure,
and the stress
makes you depressed.
But you forget,
It is only a game.
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.
Nuraine Sadaf 