Writer
Day 80
Not so soon called out the moon,
If only I could see you a while longer.
Alas, she turned her back again
And walked into the room.
Every day the scene would repeat
The moon would wait patiently
To get a glimpse of her deep dreamy eyes
Oblivious, the girl stood in the darkness of the night
Looking vacantly at the moon
With longing and hopeless desires.
Day 79
The trees have shed their leaves
Only the bare empty branches remain
Looking like a wrinkled old man’s outstretched arms.
Day 77
The curiosity never seems to end
The greed only begins to increase
Never will there come a time
Until we are wholly satisfied
So why the guilt?
Keep on with the journey of experiences.
Day 76
When long stretches of empty roads begin to unwind
You secretly wish the journey never comes to an end.
All that surrounds are lush green trees,
Under the overcast skies.
Colourful bougainvillea leaves,
a book and a friend for company.
Day 75
Longing for long days of freedom
Or has slavery turned into a habit?
What has become of the human mind?
Puzzled and confused with its own desires.
Day 72
A longing to go back
To a place where I belong
Take me along
I’m a frivolous worrisome bee.
Day 71
A dreamy drowsy state of affairs
i float blissfully with glee
Escape into a world of peaceful happiness
Drift away deep into sleep.
Day 69
Fear, dear lord the fear!
Overtaking my senses.
Consuming my saneness.
How do I overcome it?
How do I remain calm?
Teach me to stop stressing,
And quit overthinking.
With deep breaths of air,
I try exhaling out my dark fears
What is the cause of this weakness?
When I have been brave before.
Guess only I can save myself,
From these unreasonable
Bouts of fear.
Day 67
I miss you,
When I look at the radiant full moon,
I miss you,
When I turn around and not find you by my side.
I miss you,
Thinking of the jokes you cracked to make me laugh.
I miss you,
Upon learning how easy you make my life.
I miss you,
in the emptiness of my room.
I miss you,
Every time I close my eyes.
The tears never seem to dry,
Come back soon the love of my life.
Day 66
The ineffable mysteries of the soul
Has many untold endless desires –
Needless appetite for mastery,
Wretched craving for possessions,
Delusory hope for enlightenment,
Bountiful want of happiness,
Intense moments of fierce passion,
Perpetual period of peacefulness.
Nuraine Sadaf 