Writer
Day 51
Like a flower,
Your kind kinship blossoms my life.
Your negligence and anger
Pierces through my mind and heart.
Making me shallow,
Wringing the inside of my soul.
And I still do not hate you.
I feel you stronger in me than ever before.
You are so good that no matter how much it hurts.
I bond with you a little more than the day before.
Day 50
How a long day goes by with girls.
Like a perfumed breeze.
Dressing up to the nines.
Striped dresses and polka tops.
Holding hands, crossing streets,
Sharing lives and rolling eyes.
Over laughter and chatter,
Toasts were raised with wine and beer.
Day 49
Honking incessantly,
Stressing me out as I drive.
Cutting into my lane,
Driving around like a maniac,
What are you, a stuntman?
Where are you really heading?
‘Cos I’m curious to know.
What did you achieve by overtaking me,
Well, you are still here in front of me,
Stuck in the traffic, same as me.
Then why the uncouth, barbaric behaviour?
Why make it so hard,
When I need to switch lanes
– mind you, with the Indicator On!
I’m following the rules.
I’m accommodating you..
Then why do you need to give me,
Your random angry stares,
While sitting on your throne of threats.
Did you derive some pleasure?
By ill-treating me?
Why is the world going berserk?
Some calmness, a little harmony,
Humanity, respect and some manners.
Did I ask for too much?
Silly of me!
Day 48
It was the first snowfall of the year.
The ground had turned white.
I looked out of the window,
Watched people walking by,
Wearing woollen caps and gloves.
I went out to feel the coldness in the air.
I picked some snow off the ground, made a ball of it in my hand
and watched it melt away.
Day 47
Crafting words in the mind’s eye.
It’s a persistent process.
Jumbled ideas pounce around.
Need to go grabbing and gathering.
Putting it all together right.
Writing is like..
A game or a piece of art,
or more like a..
Reflection of who you are.
Day 46
Finally, it’s time to sleep!
I want to bury my face
In soft fluffy pillows
Go deep inside layers of blankets.
and fall asleep dreaming about
oceans and meadows.
Day 45
The cold blowing breeze of the night,
Comes again to send chills down the spine.
Relentless deep breaths,
Seem to be of no help.
Clenching on the sheets..
Eyes shut tight,
Beads of sweat on the brow.
A hair-raising whisper by the ear,
And a shrilling scream is heard again.
Day 44
Intimidating pressures of the world,
Tire the innocence of the soul.
Uninterrupted flow of thoughts,
Disturb the calmness of the mind.
Looking up at the sky,
Seeking for simplicity of life.
Day 43
A dark labyrinth,
Like a shadow I walk.
Looking around.
Searching for something,
A way out probably.
I spend hours and days,
Struggling. Somehow surviving.
Days go by,
And then a ray of light.
I pound towards it,
I feel ecstatic,
A cry of joy,
The relentless efforts have paid off.
I step out only to realise, something is amiss
Dreams of dark alleys,
Maybe I belonged to the darkness
The struggles, the pain, the uncertainty.
And so I return,
Into the labyrinth.
Day 42
It was time to bid goodbye.
In a hurry,
Came her last few words.
All she wanted to say was,
“Hold me tight, please don’t let me go.”
But all she said was,
“Okay bye, I need to go.”
Nuraine Sadaf 