The sun is setting,
The walk is long,
The dunes never ending,
But I must go on.
Walking in Dunes
Tag: life
Her Heels
The past few days have been dark and cloudy. So to lift my spirits, I dress up and slip on my new heels.
I book a cab and decide to reach work early. The pleasant breeze on my face from the open windows of the cab makes me chirpier.
Feeling happy and with my head up towards the skies, I step out of the cab and to my horror notice that my heels are stuck deep in wet muck.
*A loud shrill scream*
The driver looks at me and says, “Yikes, that’s disgusting madam!”
Hope in a Jar
Day 10 Inktober – “Hope”
Who knew that Vitamin Sunshine would become so important? All my life I have been hiding from the harsh rays of the sun and applying sunscreen when on the beach.
Now, I run out every time I see clear blue skies where the sun is shining bright. Thanks to the Vitamin D deficiency that has taught me to embrace light for a healthier life and a positive frame of mind. Hence, this drawing of my sunlight/hope in a jar.
Arms in the Air
Day 9 Inktober – “Throw”
For dance was her expression of freedom. Moving smoothly like a breeze, sometimes flowing vigorously like the waves. Sliding and gliding, swinging and turning. Always energetic, always having fun. Her final dance move ended with her head held high. And every time she threw the ruffles of her skirt in the air in the passion of her dance.
Day 4 – Radio
Day 4 Inktober – “Radio”
It’s been a long tiring day! My sketch of a radio for Inktober did not turn out to be good, but listening to good old melodies on the radio sure did help.
I Must Not Fear
“I must not fear.
Fear is the mind-killer.
Fear is the little death that brings total obliteration.
I will face my fear.
I will permit it to pass over me and through me.
And when it has gone past I will turn the inner eye to see its path.
Where the fear has gone there will be nothing.
Only I will remain.”
– Frank Herbert, Dune.
Tender
The mind – a dim, hazy blur.
Restless muscles, not a second of comfort.
Deprived of sleep, a walking soulless spirit of the nights.
Mornings seem dark and groggy.
Every day, a new kind of pain.
Writing in the present state,
A futile attempt.
Shoulders of Giants
The mountains creaked in the valley.
Feeling old, sighing!
What if they chose to,
Lay down and rest?
Many of us will end up crying.
Stand tall, oh high and mighty!
For the selfish needs of humanity.
“What’s with those pink heels, everyday?” I ask.
To which she replied,
“Helps me deal with the darkness within.”
Another Round
Red pillows lay at his feet,
Drenched with the blood of his enemies.
He picked up the controller,
For another round of massacre.
Nuraine Sadaf 