Day 33
Exhaustion, mundaneness
Blank, Lost, Unenthusiastic
Passive, Sadness, Coffee
Music, Sleep, Aloneness.
No flowery poem.
Just my state of mind for today.
Tag: life
Did You?
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?
A Drifting Leaf
Day 31
Drifting in the air
A dried leaf
Sometimes lying on the ground.
Flying with the blowing wind.
Floating away
With no direction.
Wind, water, soil or rain
It settles wherever
Doesn’t complain
Glad about the change.
Angst
Day 30
A deep rage veiled within
Latches on fervently.
Give free rein to inner struggles
So as to remain sane.
A Pot Plant
Day 29
Standing still,
Swaying with the breeze,
Reaching for the light,
Blooming in the rain.
Such simplicity..
No pressing demands.
Just how beautiful you are!
If only..
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.
Thriving
Day 27
Every fleeting moment a new idea.
A new desire.
A different feeling.
Racing mind.
Ever so restless.
Who are we really?
Ever-changing.
Words Will Heal
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
Random Rhymes
Day 25
The church bells ring
The birds sing
Perched on the branches, they swing
Some sweet memories they bring.
While a girl in her red cap,
Crosses the street holding a cat
and has a small chat,
With a naughty lil brat.
Close & Away
Day 22
I close my lids and ponder.
What’s to be written on the pages of life.
But all I see is darkness, grains-
Like sensations of stars.
I lose myself in the patterns.
Taking deep breaths,
I fill my insides with air.
In the light-headedness I float.
I float with a gentle smile away.
Nuraine Sadaf 