Writer
Day 80
Not so soon called out the moon,
If only I could see you a while longer.
Alas, she turned her back again
And walked into the room.
Every day the scene would repeat
The moon would wait patiently
To get a glimpse of her deep dreamy eyes
Oblivious, the girl stood in the darkness of the night
Looking vacantly at the moon
With longing and hopeless desires.
Day 77
The curiosity never seems to end
The greed only begins to increase
Never will there come a time
Until we are wholly satisfied
So why the guilt?
Keep on with the journey of experiences.
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 75
Longing for long days of freedom
Or has slavery turned into a habit?
What has become of the human mind?
Puzzled and confused with its own desires.
Day 70
Pink bougainvillea leaves
Shedding their prettiness,
On deserted streets.
Day 64
Those wide eager eyes,
Relentlessly peering into mine,
Tirelessly seeking for answers,
From the depths of my soul.
I look warily
Not giving away so easily
There’s uncertainty and reluctance
So to hide the brimming emotions
I blink and look away.
Day 62
Give me inspiration, oh lord!
To write a few words,
That sound pleasing to the heart.
I am yet to complete my daily tasks,
Before I return to my chamber of slumber.
Strike me with a divine light of wisdom, dear God.
So I can learn to master,
The art of meeting with triumph
and not the disaster.
Day 61
I write this note
To say a few things to you
Please do not stare at my b**bs
What’s wrong with you?
It makes me uncomfortable
I never look at your dangler
Hidden deep in your wrangler
Why so disrespectful
My, so ill-mannered!
Day 60
I’m wickedly passionate
Thoroughly delightful.
My mysterious charm
Will truly enchant you.
A fragrant passing breeze
Or a joyful ecstasy
Just one gaze will totally bewilder you.
Day 59
Mad, mad world.
Why trouble me so,
The mind refuses to think.
The body needs some rest.
Let me be.
Let me free.
Nuraine Sadaf 