Writer
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.
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.
Perched on the branch,
Mr. Cat watched the changing colors of the sky,
With its emerald eyes.
The black and white version of the sketch looks cleaner but the colored version highlights the imperfections, just to make things more believable and achievable.
*A cup of coffee with a chocolate chip cookie on the side.
*Turning out the lights and lighting up a few candles/fairy lights.
*Lying on the grass and looking up the sky.
*Cuddling on the couch with your fuzzy kitten/puppy.
*Sharing a blanket and watching a movie with your love.
*Lying on the bed with headphones and listening to your favorite music.
*Reading a book by the window while drinking hot chocolate.
*Staying up all night and sharing stories with your best friend.
*A cup of tea when it’s raining outside.
*Reading bedtime stories to your little ones.
*Writing a poem late at night.
*A long soak in a hot tub with scented candles.
*Sitting on your comfy armchair by the fireplace reading the daily newspaper.
*Rewatching old favorite movies for the 1000th time with a bag of chips.
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!
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.”
Red pillows lay at his feet,
Drenched with the blood of his enemies.
He picked up the controller,
For another round of massacre.
Violence, hatred, corruption.
It is there. Everywhere.
It is not easy to cleanse the world at once.
So, let’s keep it simple.
One person at a time.
Listen to your inner voice.
Let it be your guide.
To do what is right.
Don’t ever let yourself down.
Manifest plainness, embrace simplicity, reduce selfishness, have few desires – Lao Tzu
A wooden cabin with large glass windows amidst nature.
Constant rain has turned the world outside dark and grey.
Trees sway and get drenched in the pouring rain.
Droplets of rain scatter on the window panes and trickle down slowly,
Blurring the serene view.
The cabin is dimly lit – its fireplace radiates a warm glow.
Smell of burning wood lingers across the room.
There is nothing but the sound of rain and a soft crackle of fire.
A kettle and a steaming cup of tea await.
Nuraine Sadaf 