Writer
Day 66
The ineffable mysteries of the soul
Has many untold endless desires –
Needless appetite for mastery,
Wretched craving for possessions,
Delusory hope for enlightenment,
Bountiful want of happiness,
Intense moments of fierce passion,
Perpetual period of peacefulness.
Day 65
When was the last time
You heard a comforting voice.
When did you last earn
A genuine loving smile.
When did you hold on tight
To a warm hand of concern.
When did somebody whisper
A few words of wisdom.
When there are rays of hope..
Filled with gestures of love..
You can always live life a little more.
Day 64
Those wide eager eyes,
Relentlessly peering into mine,
Tirelessly seeking for answers,
From the depths of my soul.
I look warily
Not giving away so easily
There’s uncertainty and reluctance
So to hide the brimming emotions
I blink and look away.
Day 63
The season has changed
It has begun to rain
Gusts of wind
Blow over the terrain
Rising dust in the air.
Darkness casts its shadow again
Hail thunderstorm
Here comes the rain
Pouring down all over again.
Day 62
Give me inspiration, oh lord!
To write a few words,
That sound pleasing to the heart.
I am yet to complete my daily tasks,
Before I return to my chamber of slumber.
Strike me with a divine light of wisdom, dear God.
So I can learn to master,
The art of meeting with triumph
and not the disaster.
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!
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.
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.
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.
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!
Nuraine Sadaf 