Writer
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 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.
Day 51
Like a flower,
Your kind kinship blossoms my life.
Your negligence and anger
Pierces through my mind and heart.
Making me shallow,
Wringing the inside of my soul.
And I still do not hate you.
I feel you stronger in me than ever before.
You are so good that no matter how much it hurts.
I bond with you a little more than the day before.
Day 48
It was the first snowfall of the year.
The ground had turned white.
I looked out of the window,
Watched people walking by,
Wearing woollen caps and gloves.
I went out to feel the coldness in the air.
I picked some snow off the ground, made a ball of it in my hand
and watched it melt away.
Day 46
Finally, it’s time to sleep!
I want to bury my face
In soft fluffy pillows
Go deep inside layers of blankets.
and fall asleep dreaming about
oceans and meadows.
Day 44
Intimidating pressures of the world,
Tire the innocence of the soul.
Uninterrupted flow of thoughts,
Disturb the calmness of the mind.
Looking up at the sky,
Seeking for simplicity of life.
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 41
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 39
Excitedly hiding,
in the darkness of my room.
Penning down thoughts.
All cuddled up under warm layers & sheets.
Only wish for a kitten on the lap,
A stack of books,
And a jar of coffee beside me. *_*
