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Day 82
He sat there by my side.
Losing his grip.
Getting frustrated.
He clawed his bag with impatience.
I sat quietly beside.
With no movement.
Staring hard into my book.
Hours went by in silence.
Then came the time for him to leave.
Handsome, random, cab partner!
#FindingJoyInMiseries
Day 81
She yelled from the inside of her lungs.
Believing the pain would leave her body.
But she only ended up feeling hollow.
The tears had dried up.
Nothing remained but sorrow.
So she tied a scarf around her neck.
And walked away into the misty shadows.
Day 80
Not so soon called out the moon,
If only I could see you a while longer.
Alas, she turned her back again
And walked into the room.
Every day the scene would repeat
The moon would wait patiently
To get a glimpse of her deep dreamy eyes
Oblivious, the girl stood in the darkness of the night
Looking vacantly at the moon
With longing and hopeless desires.
Day 79
The trees have shed their leaves
Only the bare empty branches remain
Looking like a wrinkled old man’s outstretched arms.
Day 77
The curiosity never seems to end
The greed only begins to increase
Never will there come a time
Until we are wholly satisfied
So why the guilt?
Keep on with the journey of experiences.
Day 74
Long and lonely she stood
Waiting for the storm to pass.
Many dreadful, angry faces crossed her.
Not one friendly, helpful smile.
“Just a little while longer.”
She said to herself.
Soon came the time,
With a shrug of her shoulders
and a quick sudden pull,
She tore off the shackles,
Unfurling her dragon wings full.
A deep breath later, she took flight,
Leaving behind humanity and all of it’s supposed might.
Day 73
What is the cause of your misery?
What has been pulling you down?
He asked with much curiosity.
All the while she looked down
With a vacant wide-eyed gaze.
She answered –
Lemon berry cheesecake trifles,
Mushy chocolate salted caramel macarons.
Day 72
A longing to go back
To a place where I belong
Take me along
I’m a frivolous worrisome bee.
Day 71
A dreamy drowsy state of affairs
i float blissfully with glee
Escape into a world of peaceful happiness
Drift away deep into sleep.
Day 70
Pink bougainvillea leaves
Shedding their prettiness,
On deserted streets.
Nuraine Sadaf 