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June 7, 2022November 10, 2022 ~ Nuraine Sadaf ~ Leave a comment

A stained tissue,
an empty coffee mug
on a quaint wooden table
a lingering fragrance of lavender
a lost mauve scarf.

A Lost Friend

November 28, 2021April 6, 2023 ~ Nuraine Sadaf ~ 2 Comments

#Short story

When I saw her for the first time, it felt like I had never seen anyone who looked so angelic. I stayed away from her, I thought pretty girls like her would not want to talk to me. We sat on the same bench in class but we never spoke to each other. Sometimes, when the lecturer dictated notes I would peek into her notebook, she would push her book towards me and smile. Even her tiniest gesture of kindness would touch my heart.

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Flowery

December 14, 2020 ~ Nuraine Sadaf ~ 2 Comments

If you often find yourself lost in thoughts

Let them all be flowery.

Why give room to the dark and dreary.

March 30, 2020 ~ Nuraine Sadaf ~ Leave a comment

Light seeped in

Through a cracked window

Illuminating the room.

Paint brushes and stained cloth

Lay scattered on the

Greying dusty wooden floor.

An artist worked tirelessly

Somewhere in a corner.

In a Lapse

September 12, 2019May 28, 2020 ~ Nuraine Sadaf ~ Leave a comment

I wake up in a daze. I open my eyes and see the blue sky above my head surrounded by trees. I sit up with a startle and look around in panic, too many trees and scattered fallen leaves on the ground.

Where am I?

What is this place?

“I think I am in a forest, somewhere deep inside a forest.”

I stand up in fright to see if anyone was around. I start walking slowly, worried that I would get lost. I fear of getting deeper into the forest with no way out.

I do not cry for help or make any noise. I just keep walking. Walking carefully, always alert, searching for some kind of a trail or sign that could lead me out of this strange forest. My mind is a blur and then suddenly I heard something. The sound wasn’t from the forest, it sounded like moving cars. I run towards the direction of the sound hoping that I would hear it again.

I finally see a highway far ahead. I feel relieved but I do not move. I just stand motionless and continue staring ahead because I do not recognize this place. This isn’t my home, I am in a foreign land. This feels does not like home, I do not belong in this world anymore.

Something has changed. I slowly lift my hand and touch the back of my shoulder. There was a swelling with a bulge on my back, with something jutting out. I quickly turn my head to look. Wings. There were wings on my back, in the color of my skin, they feel like a part of me now. I try to move them and surprisingly they move with ease like any other part of me. I try flapping them slowly, they move smoothly and effortlessly. Slowly I can feel my feet rising above the ground. I get frightened and stop moving and end up abruptly falling on the ground.

Then it all the memories come whooshing back to me. The night was as dark as a night could be, hazy vision, swollen fingers reaching for me in an inebriated state, and then the fall. I had fallen from my balcony but I did not drop to the ground, I had grown wings and flown away from the miseries of the world.

I shut up my eyes and stop looking ahead at the highway. I turn back towards the forest and slowly start moving. But this time I don’t walk, I fly.