Writer
I hear your voice calling me into the darkness of the night.
Longingly. Patiently.
I hurry down and see you waiting for me.
You reach your hand out for me to hold on to.
You look into my eyes and whisper,
Come, let’s fly.
Fly away into the wilderness of the night skies.
I stir absently,
My rolling, boiling pot of tea.
A few more minutes of brewing
Will probably,
Give me the flavour that I so desperately need.
A few more minutes of brewing
Will leave behind lingering aromas
That are rich, earthy, and invigorating.
A strong, bitterly-sweet cup of black milky tea.
Is just what I need.
Drowsy eyes
Read the same lines
Over and over.
Her beauty, a marvel
To the artists’ eyes.
But every night,
She cried herself to sleep
Coz her love was blind.
Lured into a bakery
By the warm smell of bread
& roasted coffee beans.
It’s all hazy.
A heaviness inside my mind.
I tried to overcome the feeling with a smile.
Smile turned into a tear.
From the outside it might just be another book.
On the inside there’s a whole new world.
& in those words I belong.
Dusk was falling rapidly.
Air was getting colder.
Path ahead was lonely.
No one there to hold her.
Every time I put my head on your shoulder,
I know that I’m home.
My path; piled-up by snow
I continue to walk slow
Towards the imposing Mount Kilimanjaro.
*Inspired by the famous quote of Fyodor Dostoevsky, “To live without Hope is to Cease to live.” No matter how difficult life gets, we continue to give our best to achieve our dreams.
Nuraine Sadaf 