Day 63
The season has changed
It has begun to rain
Gusts of wind
Blow over the terrain
Rising dust in the air.
Darkness casts its shadow again
Hail thunderstorm
Here comes the rain
Pouring down all over again.
Tag: writing
Shine on me Wisdom
Day 62
Give me inspiration, oh lord!
To write a few words,
That sound pleasing to the heart.
I am yet to complete my daily tasks,
Before I return to my chamber of slumber.
Strike me with a divine light of wisdom, dear God.
So I can learn to master,
The art of meeting with triumph
and not the disaster.
A Girl’s Tale
Day 60
I’m wickedly passionate
Thoroughly delightful.
My mysterious charm
Will truly enchant you.
A fragrant passing breeze
Or a joyful ecstasy
Just one gaze will totally bewilder you.
Need to Rest
Day 59
Mad, mad world.
Why trouble me so,
The mind refuses to think.
The body needs some rest.
Let me be.
Let me free.
Dreadful Deed
Day 58
Step into the darkness
Hold on to my hand
I will guide you alright.
Heard some whispers?
Never mind them,
Just stay on beside me!
Shadows on the walls,
Crumble of the rocks,
A howling call of the wolf,
Let them not scare you a bit
With my coldness around you
You know you will be just alright.
Riding the Waves
Day 56
I was riding the ocean.
Soft, steady waves.
Slowly began to increase in tide.
I wavered a bit but held on tight.
I quickly learnt to tame them
They were pulling me deeper
Right into the middle
Rain poured down upon me
The roar and anger of the ocean
Shook my soul but I kept going
Then a deathly wave rose and engulfed me
I was deep inside, sinking within
Not afraid but embracing it.
Fighting it, until I rose again.
Astray
Day 54
A strong hush of wind came blowing upon.
Instinctively the hand covered the eyes.
Pushing aside the tresses.
With worried freckles.
Looking around for shelter.
‘Like a scenic plot in a book’ –
Was standing a straw hut close by.
Walking towards it, holding up,
the large red gown with both hands.
Upon entering found an old maiden
She looked disinterestedly and nodded.
The rest of the night was spent there.
Is beautiful
Day 52
Stretch of barren land.
Desert rose, faltering petals.
Tombstones, serene cemetery.
Rising, grey dark clouds.
Bare isolated, autumn tree.
Fallen lonely, maple leaf.
Old dusty, deserted library.
Fallen shoe, on an empty road.
Rusty green, park bench.
And her tranquil gaze.
Found beauty in all of these.
Kinship
Day 51
Like a flower,
Your kind kinship blossoms my life.
Your negligence and anger
Pierces through my mind and heart.
Making me shallow,
Wringing the inside of my soul.
And I still do not hate you.
I feel you stronger in me than ever before.
You are so good that no matter how much it hurts.
I bond with you a little more than the day before.
Girls Out
Day 50
How a long day goes by with girls.
Like a perfumed breeze.
Dressing up to the nines.
Striped dresses and polka tops.
Holding hands, crossing streets,
Sharing lives and rolling eyes.
Over laughter and chatter,
Toasts were raised with wine and beer.
Nuraine Sadaf 