Day 87
A mystic girl in the wild
With a desire for a miracle
Set out with a smile.
Her dreams were petty
She did not wish for more
Only a happy world
Amidst the beauty of nature
With a few friendly loving souls
and no greed for more.
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To Do or Not to Do
Day 86
The days pass like a drifting leaf..
The time keeps leaving me behind.
With an upraised arm I run after,
Presuming it would wait.
When the realisation dawns on what is lost,
I scowl and settle on a plan of action,
To not fritter my time away.
But then again,
A confused, lazy thought perches
On my rational brain.
It longs for an aimless, uneventful day.
And so, I let my mind wander away.
Ah, so easy it is to do nothing but stare.
While my unread books,
Unfinished work,
Unanswered mails,
And gym awaits.
Forever Confused
Day 84
There’s a fear, some constant kind of worry.
Where do I begin?
What do I put my finger on,
To understand what’s bothering me.
To start off with – there’s uncertainty.
Towards where do I guide my life’s story?
All along is but a hazy endless path.
Then there’s overthinking about life.
The purpose and plan –
To make it worthwhile.
But nothing ever seems to be right.
Same old question begins to rise,
What’s the goddamn meaning of life?
A Cab Journey
Day 82
He sat there by my side.
Losing his grip.
Getting frustrated.
He clawed his bag with impatience.
I sat quietly beside.
With no movement.
Staring hard into my book.
Hours went by in silence.
Then came the time for him to leave.
Handsome, random, cab partner!
#FindingJoyInMiseries
The Moon & The Girl
Day 80
Not so soon called out the moon,
If only I could see you a while longer.
Alas, she turned her back again
And walked into the room.
Every day the scene would repeat
The moon would wait patiently
To get a glimpse of her deep dreamy eyes
Oblivious, the girl stood in the darkness of the night
Looking vacantly at the moon
With longing and hopeless desires.
Trees without Leaves
Day 79
The trees have shed their leaves
Only the bare empty branches remain
Looking like a wrinkled old man’s outstretched arms.
To Work or Not to Work?
Day 75
Longing for long days of freedom
Or has slavery turned into a habit?
What has become of the human mind?
Puzzled and confused with its own desires.
Home Sick
Day 72
A longing to go back
To a place where I belong
Take me along
I’m a frivolous worrisome bee.
Deep in Slumber
Day 71
A dreamy drowsy state of affairs
i float blissfully with glee
Escape into a world of peaceful happiness
Drift away deep into sleep.
Eyes of a Stranger
Day 64
Those wide eager eyes,
Relentlessly peering into mine,
Tirelessly seeking for answers,
From the depths of my soul.
I look warily
Not giving away so easily
There’s uncertainty and reluctance
So to hide the brimming emotions
I blink and look away.
Nuraine Sadaf 