Writer
Day 58
Step into the darkness
Hold on to my hand
I will guide you alright.
Heard some whispers?
Never mind them,
Just stay on beside me!
Shadows on the walls,
Crumble of the rocks,
A howling call of the wolf,
Let them not scare you a bit
With my coldness around you
You know you will be just alright.
Day 53
There is something about mornings.
A fresh dampness in the air,
Calm, undisturbed terrain.
Light grey clouded skies.
Soft breeze rustling the leaves.
and birds chirping from afar.
The undisturbed innocence of the morning mind
Helps in appreciating these little things of life.
Day 52
Stretch of barren land.
Desert rose, faltering petals.
Tombstones, serene cemetery.
Rising, grey dark clouds.
Bare isolated, autumn tree.
Fallen lonely, maple leaf.
Old dusty, deserted library.
Fallen shoe, on an empty road.
Rusty green, park bench.
And her tranquil gaze.
Found beauty in all of these.
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 48
It was the first snowfall of the year.
The ground had turned white.
I looked out of the window,
Watched people walking by,
Wearing woollen caps and gloves.
I went out to feel the coldness in the air.
I picked some snow off the ground, made a ball of it in my hand
and watched it melt away.
Day 47
Crafting words in the mind’s eye.
It’s a persistent process.
Jumbled ideas pounce around.
Need to go grabbing and gathering.
Putting it all together right.
Writing is like..
A game or a piece of art,
or more like a..
Reflection of who you are.
Day 46
Finally, it’s time to sleep!
I want to bury my face
In soft fluffy pillows
Go deep inside layers of blankets.
and fall asleep dreaming about
oceans and meadows.
Day 45
The cold blowing breeze of the night,
Comes again to send chills down the spine.
Relentless deep breaths,
Seem to be of no help.
Clenching on the sheets..
Eyes shut tight,
Beads of sweat on the brow.
A hair-raising whisper by the ear,
And a shrilling scream is heard again.
Day 44
Intimidating pressures of the world,
Tire the innocence of the soul.
Uninterrupted flow of thoughts,
Disturb the calmness of the mind.
Looking up at the sky,
Seeking for simplicity of life.
Day 43
A dark labyrinth,
Like a shadow I walk.
Looking around.
Searching for something,
A way out probably.
I spend hours and days,
Struggling. Somehow surviving.
Days go by,
And then a ray of light.
I pound towards it,
I feel ecstatic,
A cry of joy,
The relentless efforts have paid off.
I step out only to realise, something is amiss
Dreams of dark alleys,
Maybe I belonged to the darkness
The struggles, the pain, the uncertainty.
And so I return,
Into the labyrinth.
Nuraine Sadaf 