Writer
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.
Day 13
Soft wavy curls
Smile that reaches the eye
Warm genuine touch
Heels that make hearts fly
Curious, free and wild.
Day 11
The dark is mysterious
Fear, uncertainty.
But why the worry?
Hasn’t it always been quiet
Undisturbed and calm.
Tears of blood
Etching my soul, carving my being
Overwhelming feelings consume me
Deep-rooted in misery, dreams of the past ruin me.
An ocean of emotional overflow
Words of poetry breed the beast in me
The fight against forsakenness will soon end
Till then the path towards solace continues.
Nuraine Sadaf 