A beautiful face.
A gentle breeze.
Lightly kissed her cheek.
Then covered her blush
By blowing her soft curls
Over her face.
A Breezy Love
Tag: love
Mrs. Weatherbee..
Mrs. Long Weatherbee,
While rummaging through her old closet
Found her good-old pink lingerie.
With a smile on her face
Along came good-old memories.
In her teens, Mrs. Weatherbee,
Had stolen glances from nearly-naked chiseled boys
Girls ridiculed her, many laughed at her stupidity.
“Oh, how silly of me to wear this pink lingerie to the beach!”
To escape the humiliation,
Mrs. Weatherbee had dived into the sea.
She swam long and hard,
Suddenly the currents became strong.
Pulling her deeper into the sea.
That’s when she met the man of her dreams.
Mr. Weatherbee,
Saved Mrs. Weatherbee from drowning
& instantly fell in love with her in the sea.
Now, they’ve been married for many years.
But Mrs. Weatherbee still holds on
To her good-old pink lingerie
With all its bittersweet memories.
Sleep lingered on her eyelids
He carried her in his arms
And tucked her into bed.
Little Encounters of Love
At the cafe, we both reached out at once towards the cup of coffee placed at the counter. Our hands stopped midway, she turned and looked at me.
Our eyes locked for.. one second, two seconds, three seconds..
She quickly blinked and looked away.
I apologized and said, “Please, go ahead.”
She hesitated while reaching for the coffee.
So I said, “It’s fine, I am in no hurry.”
She lifted the cup, turned towards me again, looked into my eyes and gave me a smile.
I felt my heart stop.
She said, thank you and walked away.
Head on Your Shoulder
Every time I put my head on your shoulder,
I know that I’m home.
The Wait
Who would have known
That I would sit here
Whiling away my time
Staring absently at the sky.
Sometimes a honey bee
Breaks my reverie
Sometimes I sip on my tea
Listening to chirping melodies.
Hours fly by
From daylight to twinkles in the sky
As I sit and dreamily wait
For my lover to walk through the gate.
Longing
I am sorry, I was away.
When I arrive,
I will search in your eyes
for longing and desire.
I guess,
you would miss me.
When I arrived,
You never turned my way.
Or look towards me.
You even failed to realize,
I was away.
I am standing by your side.
With longing and love in my eyes
Hoping, one day you’ll turn my way.
State of the Religious
What is this religion for which we fight?
That we are so passionate and proud about..
Does it teach us to beat people?
Harm them, murder them, or hurt them?
If it does, then why are you standing by it?
If it doesn’t, then why are you doing it?
Religion is staying together and showing mercy.
It is loving one another and being at peace.
It is about making the world a better place for our children.
Love
Love.
A beautiful emotion,
the lesser said the better.
It is a feeling that needs
to be experienced.
Love is best seen in the eyes of your loved ones.
You know when that affectionate warmth is meant just for you.
You know that their hearts melt
when their lips slowly turn into a smile
every time they see you.
You know your love would give up everything
just to be with you.
Love is a feeling that slowly kills
a little bit of you,
yet you love..
Because it keeps you alive.
My Mother’s Perfume
She smiled in the mirror
while braiding her hair
with fair daisies.
She pinned them tightly
then draped on her
Rosy-pink saree like in 1980s.
Her face gleamed with joy
The kohl in her doe-eyes
Was a reason to many broken-hearted cries.
The pink lily talcum perfumed her cheeks
I look at her fondly
as Amma walks past me
like a summer breeze.
Nuraine Sadaf 