Day 27
Every fleeting moment a new idea.
A new desire.
A different feeling.
Racing mind.
Ever so restless.
Who are we really?
Ever-changing.
Tag: words
Words Will Heal
Day 26
Looking out the window
With puppy dog eyes.
Many thoughts and questions,
Fill my mind.
Unlike others,
Small talks are not something of desire.
Happy inside the bubble,
Comfortable in the shell.
Yet, a genuine connection..
A meaningful conversation
Will be welcomed with gleeful eyes.
PS – @writingbolt
Random Rhymes
Day 25
The church bells ring
The birds sing
Perched on the branches, they swing
Some sweet memories they bring.
While a girl in her red cap,
Crosses the street holding a cat
and has a small chat,
With a naughty lil brat.
Day 24
Like drops of dew on a leaf.
And a soft breeze on the cheek.
You, with a smile of an angel.
Spread your wings of love.
– While here,
I carry a longing with a strong urge.
To intrude into the depths of your peaceful mind
and beautiful soul.
Now I Sleep
Day 23
A long, long day
Has made me tired to the bone.
A phrase, I must say
Is true to its core.
I have no more words left up my sleeve
After having spent an entire day
Writing as a busy bee.
Close & Away
Day 22
I close my lids and ponder.
What’s to be written on the pages of life.
But all I see is darkness, grains-
Like sensations of stars.
I lose myself in the patterns.
Taking deep breaths,
I fill my insides with air.
In the light-headedness I float.
I float with a gentle smile away.
Mornings be Like
Day 19
A slice of buttered bread
A warm cup of coffee
A soft soothing melody
A jog in the park
A stroll with your dog
Are small morning pleasures of life.
No Stress
Day 18
Life like a race..
Pacing ahead.
You’re running,
Challenging yourself.
To do more.
To be the best.
Then the pressure,
and the stress
makes you depressed.
But you forget,
It is only a game.
There’s No Need
Day 17
Silence, some peace
There is no need for you to talk
To entertain me.
Don’t pretend like you care
When I know
You only need my company.
What’s with the Rain
Day 16
The nights are cold
Then it starts to pour
Hailstones drop to delight
While the winds howl and cry.
The trees vehemently oscillate
The mud looks like marmalade
Birds, animals get in their shelters to hide
Seems like the rain will bring the world down tonight.
Nuraine Sadaf 