Day 24 Inktober – Dig
The mole put on his miner’s hat
To dig some coal
So he could eat warm worms in the cold.
Dig In
Tag: poem
Walking in Dunes
The sun is setting,
The walk is long,
The dunes never ending,
But I must go on.
Butterly Fingers
In a hurry,
He applied butter on his toast
Wiped his hands on his clothes
Picked up his coffee mug
Looked down with a shrug
His face full of worry
His buttery fingers were no good in a hurry!
In the twilight,
Holding a lantern in her hand,
She stepped out to sit beside him.
On the wooden bench
Overlooking the sea.
Together, they watched the calm waves.
There was a soft glow in the sky, a slight chill.
From the radio, a melodious tune filled the air.
They looked into each other’s battle-scarred eyes.
The sweet rhythm moved them to dance.
Slowly,
Lovingly,
Entwined in a warm embrace
They swayed like the waves
On their wooden porch.
In the soft glow of the night.
Tender
The mind – a dim, hazy blur.
Restless muscles, not a second of comfort.
Deprived of sleep, a walking soulless spirit of the nights.
Mornings seem dark and groggy.
Every day, a new kind of pain.
Writing in the present state,
A futile attempt.
Tea Room
You ask, what is so magical about a tea room?
Like a secret passage,
You need to bend a little to enter this small and warmly lit room.
You will be welcomed with a soft and busy murmur.
Sometimes, a whiff of floral aromas of jasmine and dried flowers,
Will pleasantly surprise and enrapture the senses.
The other times, sweet fragrances of herbs, spices, and earl grey,
Will mildly linger in the air.
Now and then, the sound of pouring liquid,
The crackling of wood in fire,
Will gently calm and get you settled in.
On the table beside,
A gentle clank of a kettle lid.
Sugar cubes plop – one, two – into the tea.
Teaspoons clink against the sides of the tea cup.
On the other side,
The soft slurps of satisfied lips,
As they relish the delicious flavors of their favorite tea.
The simplicity, the calming ambience, the relaxing sounds,
The warmth and the pleasing sensations,
Are some of the things,
That make the tea room so magical for me.
PS: Try it in the comfort of your room and make it magical with a cup of tea!
Shoulders of Giants
The mountains creaked in the valley.
Feeling old, sighing!
What if they chose to,
Lay down and rest?
Many of us will end up crying.
Stand tall, oh high and mighty!
For the selfish needs of humanity.
“What’s with those pink heels, everyday?” I ask.
To which she replied,
“Helps me deal with the darkness within.”
Another Round
Red pillows lay at his feet,
Drenched with the blood of his enemies.
He picked up the controller,
For another round of massacre.
Simple Treasures
The open terrace was his room
Lying on the charpoy bed
With hands behind his head
He sang songs looking up at the night sky
Watching the twinkling dance of the stars.
While she complained
Lying on her memory foam mattress
About back pain!
Nuraine Sadaf 