Day 41
Tag: thoughts
The Unrequited Love Poem
Day 40
I love him dearly.
In the depths of his eyes,
A sea of knowledge and an emotion of kindness.
His praises for Chardonnay spilled with delight.
History, books and literature were all he desired.
I looked at him longingly and gave him all my attention.
Not once did I miss his classes of European Literature.
He always smiled at me and my heart fluttered with joy.
But he looked at me like he looked at everyone else.
Soon days of college came to an end.
And never did I see him again.
Wishful Thinking
Day 39
Excitedly hiding,
in the darkness of my room.
Penning down thoughts.
All cuddled up under warm layers & sheets.
Only wish for a kitten on the lap,
A stack of books,
And a jar of coffee beside me. *_*
A Bird’s Song
Day 38
A bird fluttered around,
Singing a mysterious song.
No usual chirping or sounds of calling out.
It sang a deep, quaint song,
It was brief but melodious.
Eerie, sinless and sensuous.
The mellow, bold tune
Soon began to fade.
The bird passed into oblivion,
Only the song hauntingly remained.
What Does One Do?
Day 37
In the midst of commotion,
It’s easy to lose your identity.
Hide behind or disappear,
Nobody would notice.
But when you stand alone,
It’s a problem too.
You stand out and soon,
The commotion is all about you.
Judgemental pricks.
Live and let live.
Winds
Day 36
Turning gusts of wind,
Changing in just a matter of time.
You were now pleasant,
a soft breeze in my hair,
and now I hear you howl,
Driving in wrathful rain.
A Boy on a Cliff
Day 35
On the edge of a mountain cliff,
A little boy settles down..
To glance up at the clear skies.
and to behold the magnificence
Lying ahead of him.
Serene natural splendour
Deep valleys and lakes,
Blessed forests and picturesque mountainscapes.
The little boy stops by everyday
To forget his story,
and to rejoice in nature’s glory.
Hello Rain
Day 34
Here you come again.
Hanging out on my window pane.
You give me chills when I step out in the open air.
You cause commotion on the lanes,
With puddles of muddy water here and there.
Yet, every time I see you,
I fall in love a little more with you again.
Existing
Day 33
Exhaustion, mundaneness
Blank, Lost, Unenthusiastic
Passive, Sadness, Coffee
Music, Sleep, Aloneness.
No flowery poem.
Just my state of mind for today.
Did You?
Day 32
When the bird was flying high in search of its prey,
Did it ever worry about failing?
When the horse was racing faster than the wind,
Did it ever think about falling?
When the burden of fruits pulled the branches down,
Was the tree afraid of dying?
Then why do we worry about falling, failing and dying..
Without even trying?
Nuraine Sadaf 