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.
Tag: poem
Eerie
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.
Rambling
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.
To the Darkness
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.
So long
Day 42
It was time to bid goodbye.
In a hurry,
Came her last few words.
All she wanted to say was,
“Hold me tight, please don’t let me go.”
But all she said was,
“Okay bye, I need to go.”
Missing Rain
Day 41
If I had to get attached and feel sad,
I would cry thinking of the rains..
that drizzled so lightly on muddy terrains.
Rain that touched the leaves ever so softly,
& fell off the branches onto the grass below.
I would miss the sound that accompanied me during quiet lonely days.
Rain that cleared the dark skies and brought some light into my gloomy days.
Touching fingers and kissing cheeks in surprise
Oh, sweet loving rain!
The Unrequited Love Poem
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.
Wishful Thinking
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. *_*
A Bird’s Song
Day 38
A bird fluttered around,
Singing a mysterious song.
No usual chirping or sounds of calling out.
It sang a deep, quaint song,
It was brief but melodious.
Eerie, sinless and sensuous.
The mellow, bold tune
Soon began to fade.
The bird passed into oblivion,
Only the song hauntingly remained.
What Does One Do?
Day 37
In the midst of commotion,
It’s easy to lose your identity.
Hide behind or disappear,
Nobody would notice.
But when you stand alone,
It’s a problem too.
You stand out and soon,
The commotion is all about you.
Judgemental pricks.
Live and let live.
Nuraine Sadaf 