Writer
In her mansion of dreams
Her garden was filled with
– daisies and daffodils.
She read stories
About palaces and fairies.
Dressed in pink and gold
She wore ribbons and shimmery were her soles.
Lying on lush green meadows
She sang sweet songs to the blue skies.
She danced with fireflies
and yearned for angel wings.
In her little world of glee
There was no room for fear or misery.
“the cold, harsh winter withered me away.
It left me with nothing
but barrenness.
You saw through my emptiness..
You stood there for hours looking at my
crooked arms and shriveled body.
Though I had nothing upon me,
you always looked at me with a smile and exclaimed,
“So beautiful!”
and now the sun shines down upon me
making me warm
slowly bringing me back to life.
and now just for you my dear,
I will gather all my fallen leaves
and bloom like I’ve never before.
my leaves will dance when you move.
my blushing blossoms will paint rosiness on your cheeks.
the sweet fragrance from my wild flowers
will bury itself in your soft black curls.
my breeze will touch ever so lightly,
and kiss your face.
then I will watch you,
like you always did..
I will watch you, smiling at me again.”
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.
Small hurried steps,
The girls stepped out of the cottage..
Holding mugs filled with hot chocolate.
They sat atop the hill,
Looking up at the starry sky
With a blanket over their shoulders.
They looked into each other’s eyes and giggled
and shared their first kiss
Ever.
There was all but snow on the ground.
Before night fall,
She gathered twigs
and barks of wood.
To kindle a fire –
Not for warmth
Not for protection.
In the chaotic flames of fire
She fed her fiery desires
To lose herself in the rising flames
Only to be born from the ashes again.
Day 94
There was sickness in the air.
Clouded mind,
teary eyes,
runny nose.
Sniffing hard,
I let out a deep sigh.
Snuggled into the sheets
and went back to sleep.
“And, there goes my weekend!”
Day 91
You asked me to tell you my story,
Were you truly eager to know me?
When you looked into my eyes,
what did you find?
When you held my hand,
did you promise to stand by my side?
You sought for ‘your’ happiness,
never mine.
And, then you blame me for being a disappointment.
Day 89
She curled up on her bed,
Lay there with her eyes closed.
A million thoughts raced across her mind.
She lived through each one of them
for brief seconds of time.
The only memory,
that lingered longer than the others was,
The picture of Batman’s car.
How did it get there?
Pretty smooth parking, uh!
Day 88
Did you watch me – watching you?
She let her eyes linger on him.
There was a silence in the air
Only a sweet hum of a bird
Winds rustled the fallen leaves
They walked past each other
With heads held down.
Day 86
The days pass like a drifting leaf..
The time keeps leaving me behind.
With an upraised arm I run after,
Presuming it would wait.
When the realisation dawns on what is lost,
I scowl and settle on a plan of action,
To not fritter my time away.
But then again,
A confused, lazy thought perches
On my rational brain.
It longs for an aimless, uneventful day.
And so, I let my mind wander away.
Ah, so easy it is to do nothing but stare.
While my unread books,
Unfinished work,
Unanswered mails,
And gym awaits.
Nuraine Sadaf 