Day 30 Inktober – Ominous
It was a full moon night,
A black raven was in sight,
Was that a howling cry?
Something ominous seems to arise.
Black Raven
Tag: poetry
Walking with You
On slippery slopes,
On rocky uneven terrain,
On snow piled grounds,
On long roads ahead,
You‘be been a saviour and companion.
Thank you for making my walks easy and comfortable,
Dear trek shoes!
Sharing Life
Day 25 Inktober – Buddy
He held her hand and showed her the world through his eyes.
She looked up to him and followed him around.
Sometimes he wouldn’t share his things and make her feel sad.
But he would make up to it by taking her on a bicycle ride.
Together they spent hours building with Lego blocks and playing pranks.
Together they laugh, they play games, they fight, they share stories, and their lives.
Her first buddy – her brother, because friendships always start at home.
Walking in Dunes
The sun is setting,
The walk is long,
The dunes never ending,
But I must go on.
Butterly Fingers
In a hurry,
He applied butter on his toast
Wiped his hands on his clothes
Picked up his coffee mug
Looked down with a shrug
His face full of worry
His buttery fingers were no good in a hurry!
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.
Tender
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.
Mr. Cat on a Branch
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.
What is Your Idea of a Cosy Time?
*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.
Tea Room
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!
Nuraine Sadaf 