Writer
Day 65
When was the last time
You heard a comforting voice.
When did you last earn
A genuine loving smile.
When did you hold on tight
To a warm hand of concern.
When did somebody whisper
A few words of wisdom.
When there are rays of hope..
Filled with gestures of love..
You can always live life a little more.
Day 56
I was riding the ocean.
Soft, steady waves.
Slowly began to increase in tide.
I wavered a bit but held on tight.
I quickly learnt to tame them
They were pulling me deeper
Right into the middle
Rain poured down upon me
The roar and anger of the ocean
Shook my soul but I kept going
Then a deathly wave rose and engulfed me
I was deep inside, sinking within
Not afraid but embracing it.
Fighting it, until I rose again.
Day 42
It was time to bid goodbye.
In a hurry,
Came her last few words.
All she wanted to say was,
“Hold me tight, please don’t let me go.”
But all she said was,
“Okay bye, I need to go.”
Day 40
I love him dearly.
In the depths of his eyes,
A sea of knowledge and an emotion of kindness.
His praises for Chardonnay spilled with delight.
History, books and literature were all he desired.
I looked at him longingly and gave him all my attention.
Not once did I miss his classes of European Literature.
He always smiled at me and my heart fluttered with joy.
But he looked at me like he looked at everyone else.
Soon days of college came to an end.
And never did I see him again.
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 28
If only the mind had simple thoughts
Then life wouldn’t be in a troublesome state of affairs.
The greed and desires are many
They never seem to come to an end.
Utter helplessness leads to a fear
Of being consumed
by yet another cloud of dark sadness.
Day 26
Looking out the window
With puppy dog eyes.
Many thoughts and questions,
Fill my mind.
Unlike others,
Small talks are not something of desire.
Happy inside the bubble,
Comfortable in the shell.
Yet, a genuine connection..
A meaningful conversation
Will be welcomed with gleeful eyes.
PS – @writingbolt
Day 20
Your eyes seem to do a lot of talking
Then why the silence?
When you do speak
Why do you not say what you mean?
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.
Nuraine Sadaf 