Writer
Day 32
When the bird was flying high in search of its prey,
Did it ever worry about failing?
When the horse was racing faster than the wind,
Did it ever think about falling?
When the burden of fruits pulled the branches down,
Was the tree afraid of dying?
Then why do we worry about falling, failing and dying..
Without even trying?
Day 31
Drifting in the air
A dried leaf
Sometimes lying on the ground.
Flying with the blowing wind.
Floating away
With no direction.
Wind, water, soil or rain
It settles wherever
Doesn’t complain
Glad about the change.
Day 30
A deep rage veiled within
Latches on fervently.
Give free rein to inner struggles
So as to remain sane.
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
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 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.
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.
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.
i lie here again waiting for the words to come flowing
to help me describe what’s been going
how do i begin my glorious story
a lost soul in a herd constantly seeking for glory
why do i feel i do not belong
thoughts, actions, and intentions
unwanted and sometimes so wrong
they judge and look at me with hateful eyes
i look down and walk ahead
sometimes with a smirk
sometimes with fear and anguish on my mind
why am i unlike the others
staying aloof,
hurting people whom i like,
it’s not that i like to always be alone,
it’s just my racing unsteady mind,
unsatisfied with what’s in hand.
A walk towards you,
I close my eyes.
Let myself go,
Get lost in your world.
We belong with one another.
We fit just right.
I realize with a smile,
You light up my life.
You fill it with laughter and joy.
Childlike fantasy,
You and me, we are meant to be.
Nuraine Sadaf 