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Day 69
Fear, dear lord the fear!
Overtaking my senses.
Consuming my saneness.
How do I overcome it?
How do I remain calm?
Teach me to stop stressing,
And quit overthinking.
With deep breaths of air,
I try exhaling out my dark fears
What is the cause of this weakness?
When I have been brave before.
Guess only I can save myself,
From these unreasonable
Bouts of fear.
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 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. *_*
Day 36
Turning gusts of wind,
Changing in just a matter of time.
You were now pleasant,
a soft breeze in my hair,
and now I hear you howl,
Driving in wrathful rain.
Day 33
Exhaustion, mundaneness
Blank, Lost, Unenthusiastic
Passive, Sadness, Coffee
Music, Sleep, Aloneness.
No flowery poem.
Just my state of mind for today.
Day 30
A deep rage veiled within
Latches on fervently.
Give free rein to inner struggles
So as to remain sane.
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.
Day 21
It’s hard to smile.
A feeling of emptiness.
Tears gather to the eyes.
An unknown fear.
There’s something amiss.
I cannot put my finger on it.
A dark night of the soul.
Day 4
Everyday is a new story
A different mood latching onto you.
Today is one of those miserable days
Where you don’t feel good about anything.
You just want to break down
and weep out loud.
Look up at the walls
and hold back those tears from falling down.
Guess it’s okay to feel sad and weak
Now and then
It is just a boo day,
Tomorrow I will be better again.
Nuraine Sadaf 