Writer
The days turn shorter and darker.
The skies have snuggled inside a grey blanket of clouds.
Trees stand stark naked begging for mercy
With their skeletal hands towards the skies.
The wind continually snores,
When disturbed its shrill howls will make one scamper.
Half-past 4 and the town is deserted,
Silence is all that remains.
What’s this sunlight outside my window on a cold autumn day,
Is it summer again?
Please tell me it’s summer!
So, I can wear my floral dresses and walk down the streets,
Without fearing the chillness on the tips of my earlobes.
Can I eat a fudgy ice cream sandwich cake for breakfast?
Alas, my weather app says 4 degree Celsius
Or, should I rather say 39 degree Fahrenheit.
Albeit, it’s all the same, it is still cold outside.
So, I might as well grab my comforter
And snuggle deep inside it again.
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.
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!
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.
The sun is setting,
The walk is long,
The dunes never ending,
But I must go on.
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.
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.
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.
Nuraine Sadaf 