Day 61
I write this note
To say a few things to you
Please do not stare at my b**bs
What’s wrong with you?
It makes me uncomfortable
I never look at your dangler
Hidden deep in your wrangler
Why so disrespectful
My, so ill-mannered!
Tag: poetry
A Girl’s Tale
Day 60
I’m wickedly passionate
Thoroughly delightful.
My mysterious charm
Will truly enchant you.
A fragrant passing breeze
Or a joyful ecstasy
Just one gaze will totally bewilder you.
Need to Rest
Day 59
Mad, mad world.
Why trouble me so,
The mind refuses to think.
The body needs some rest.
Let me be.
Let me free.
Dreadful Deed
Day 58
Step into the darkness
Hold on to my hand
I will guide you alright.
Heard some whispers?
Never mind them,
Just stay on beside me!
Shadows on the walls,
Crumble of the rocks,
A howling call of the wolf,
Let them not scare you a bit
With my coldness around you
You know you will be just alright.
Berry Lust
Day 57
Oh, dear delicious berry
In red, black and blue
Lord, the sweetness
How I crave for you!
Is it the season or just my desire
That I wish to desperately savour you.
In jellies, jams, juices and cheese cakes
I have thought merely of you.
My sweet, sour, pulpy, juicy berries
All I want is you!
Riding the Waves
Day 56
I was riding the ocean.
Soft, steady waves.
Slowly began to increase in tide.
I wavered a bit but held on tight.
I quickly learnt to tame them
They were pulling me deeper
Right into the middle
Rain poured down upon me
The roar and anger of the ocean
Shook my soul but I kept going
Then a deathly wave rose and engulfed me
I was deep inside, sinking within
Not afraid but embracing it.
Fighting it, until I rose again.
Jasmine
Day 55
Perfumed glowing light,
Spreading fragrance in the air.
Jasmine, in my abode.
I deeply inhale.
To catch a whiff of your aroma.
You stir up my senses.
So I close my eyes and revel
In your sweet perfumed embrace.
Astray
Day 54
A strong hush of wind came blowing upon.
Instinctively the hand covered the eyes.
Pushing aside the tresses.
With worried freckles.
Looking around for shelter.
‘Like a scenic plot in a book’ –
Was standing a straw hut close by.
Walking towards it, holding up,
the large red gown with both hands.
Upon entering found an old maiden
She looked disinterestedly and nodded.
The rest of the night was spent there.
About Mornings
Day 53
There is something about mornings.
A fresh dampness in the air,
Calm, undisturbed terrain.
Light grey clouded skies.
Soft breeze rustling the leaves.
and birds chirping from afar.
The undisturbed innocence of the morning mind
Helps in appreciating these little things of life.
Is beautiful
Day 52
Stretch of barren land.
Desert rose, faltering petals.
Tombstones, serene cemetery.
Rising, grey dark clouds.
Bare isolated, autumn tree.
Fallen lonely, maple leaf.
Old dusty, deserted library.
Fallen shoe, on an empty road.
Rusty green, park bench.
And her tranquil gaze.
Found beauty in all of these.
Nuraine Sadaf 