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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.
Day 65
When was the last time
You heard a comforting voice.
When did you last earn
A genuine loving smile.
When did you hold on tight
To a warm hand of concern.
When did somebody whisper
A few words of wisdom.
When there are rays of hope..
Filled with gestures of love..
You can always live life a little more.
Day 57
Oh, dear delicious berry
In red, black and blue
Lord, the sweetness
How I crave for you!
Is it the season or just my desire
That I wish to desperately savour you.
In jellies, jams, juices and cheese cakes
I have thought merely of you.
My sweet, sour, pulpy, juicy berries
All I want is you!
Day 55
Perfumed glowing light,
Spreading fragrance in the air.
Jasmine, in my abode.
I deeply inhale.
To catch a whiff of your aroma.
You stir up my senses.
So I close my eyes and revel
In your sweet perfumed embrace.
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 50
How a long day goes by with girls.
Like a perfumed breeze.
Dressing up to the nines.
Striped dresses and polka tops.
Holding hands, crossing streets,
Sharing lives and rolling eyes.
Over laughter and chatter,
Toasts were raised with wine and beer.
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.
Nuraine Sadaf 