Be wary, be wise
Push socialising aside
Please stay safe inside
This storm too will subside.
Tag: poem
Good Ol’ Days
Smell of freshly-baked sweet and savory puff pastries
The tea kettle summons with a whistle from the kitchen
Rustling newspaper and creaking wooden chair call to you,
Making it cozy and warm, papa and mumma are home!
A Cup of Love
Everyday I drop by at the cafe
& order my regular: Chai Latte.
Everyday I sit by the window
Just to get a glimpse of you again.
Everyday you bring to me
My cup of warmth and walk away.
Creamy Mornings
He plopped a dollop of cream
In her hot mug of morning coffee
Making it all the more heavenly.
Her beauty, a marvel
To the artists’ eyes.
But every night,
She cried herself to sleep
Coz her love was blind.
Of a Lady
To paint her portrait
She studied her, carefully.
Her gaze, a wildfire.
Spring
A little red bird
Flew in and sang
Sweet songs of spring.
Dancing Flame
She fell asleep
While the dancing flame
Of the candle
Burned all night
By her side.
Tempted
Lured into a bakery
By the warm smell of bread
& roasted coffee beans.
Blush
Her powdered cheeks
A gush of wind
Caused her to sneeze.
Nuraine Sadaf 