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.
Tag: thoughts
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.
Snow on the Ground
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.
In Search of Words
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.
Droopy Eyelids
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.
Rambling
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.
To the Darkness
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.
So long
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 