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Snow-clad, bare-naked trees
Stood tall and still,
embracing the harshness of the weather.
Many glanced at their barrenness and looked away..
Many stared and related their miserable lives to them..
Many looked up and drew artistic inspiration..
Many lay at their feet and enjoyed the view of the clouded skies..
Admiration and disapproval,
Both seem to come their way.
But do they care?
They continue standing tall and still,
Embracing the winds of change.
Day 90
It’s all foggy as a dream.
Tall naked trees
As far as the eyes can see.
Autumn leaves, below the feet
Warm, cool breeze touches the cheeks.
The sky is a clouded blanket of greyness
It’s only you and the forest serene.
Breathe deep to inhale the misty breeze
Walk into the paradise of your dreams.
Day 87
A mystic girl in the wild
With a desire for a miracle
Set out with a smile.
Her dreams were petty
She did not wish for more
Only a happy world
Amidst the beauty of nature
With a few friendly loving souls
and no greed for more.
Day 85
Who ever says,
Giving birth is a wonderful feeling
Is lying.
You are fooled into believing
About it being a beautiful feeling.
It is but only a responsibility,
It is hard work,
It is expectations and emotional distress.
Stop following the herd.
Stop populating the world
That is already over-populated.
Open your eyes India look around,
You are feeding those innocent mouths
By stealing,
By becoming inhuman
With greed
With a selfish hope
That they will be your only support
When you are old.
Day 79
The trees have shed their leaves
Only the bare empty branches remain
Looking like a wrinkled old man’s outstretched arms.
Day 76
When long stretches of empty roads begin to unwind
You secretly wish the journey never comes to an end.
All that surrounds are lush green trees,
Under the overcast skies.
Colourful bougainvillea leaves,
a book and a friend for company.
Day 70
Pink bougainvillea leaves
Shedding their prettiness,
On deserted streets.
Day 68
Ghastly dark clouded sky,
Is this a warning, asking us to hide?
Lightning has begun to strike,
You are soon going to pour down
With all your might.
I fear what’s coming on tonight.
Show mercy, cause no havoc this time.
Day 63
The season has changed
It has begun to rain
Gusts of wind
Blow over the terrain
Rising dust in the air.
Darkness casts its shadow again
Hail thunderstorm
Here comes the rain
Pouring down all over again.
Day 56
I was riding the ocean.
Soft, steady waves.
Slowly began to increase in tide.
I wavered a bit but held on tight.
I quickly learnt to tame them
They were pulling me deeper
Right into the middle
Rain poured down upon me
The roar and anger of the ocean
Shook my soul but I kept going
Then a deathly wave rose and engulfed me
I was deep inside, sinking within
Not afraid but embracing it.
Fighting it, until I rose again.
Nuraine Sadaf 