Some days

It’s okay for some days to pass by
Without much accomplished tasks;
It’s okay for some days to just sit and see
Without much thought to appreciate beauty

Somedays will be lazy
And some will be burnt-out
It’s fine to take a break
And just lay in your couch

Some days there won’t be much to tick off
And it feels like a day wasted away;
It’s fine to zone out of the moment
To make moments in another space

Not all days you live; your heart will beat actively always (poetic reference only*)
Somedays it will be fast and somedays it will be slow (poetic reference only*)
The feeling of uselessness on you might grow
It’s okay to not have thought about others for a day

Its okay for days to not expect to wake up early
And its okay to binge watch late night tv (or youtube if you don’t have a tv*)


But these moments are momentary days;
with time they pass by
to pave ways for new mornings to come
and new days to be lived in joy

hence, some days sleep in
and wake up brighter and fresh
for tomorrow will be a better glory
tomorrow the sun shall shine more bright

and then spend time in smiles
shower your charm as you go by


I remember a time in last year; when I was overwhelmed; too overwhelmed for my own good. And from that time I remember the words my mom said to us on dinner table:

Whatever you do each day, give your fullest and do your best at it. Even if it’s being lazy, be lazy to the fullest. But then the next day get up and do your best.

_My Mummy

So it’s fine to be lazy, as long as you get up the next day.
You know we sometimes need a break from being our own selves and do NOTHING.
So it’s fine.

Bye, until next time
Nabeeha

Chapter_3. The place where the email led.

Continued from Chapter 2

{I said and casually clicked……}

Now that I’d clicked there was no moment of choice left; it were just moments of wait.

After clicking on the link; I waited for my browser to respond. This was when I took a look at the URL of the link, it sure was an odd one and if I was even in the least sense bothered in any way, I would’ve backed out.

The speed that the link took to load didn’t help much either; but it was difficult to figure if the fault was of the website; my 10 year old ancestry laptop or perhaps my roommate’s Wi-Fi connection.

Soon but the wait was over and open before me was a page in white- just white; it was completely blank with no context or information written or typed on it and I thought of it as the most stupid prank ever, because even my unbothered self would’ve taken the effort to write some code for the content of the website. Nevertheless I was about to exit it when suddenly my gaze fell upon the side scroll-bar thing; —– and even though my screen was as white as the milk, from the scroll bar it seemed like it was quite a long webpage; so I scrolled down and surely there were things…

Written on white screen in a font that eerily resembled (only resembled) Lucida Sans, in bold, blood red font-color were the words “THE ACADEMY”, in the highest font size. This font decoration was followed by a short description and a featured image which I assume probably to be of this “Academy”.

The description read: ………………………………………………….


Click here, to read chapter 1. A subject-less email.

Click here, to read chapter 2. A decision — Yes/No.

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A different love story

She was a mammonite at best,
had greedy pursuit of riches

He was one of her acquaintances
And had a ventripotent’s quest

A contrasting pair
But they sufficed for each other:-

She was mastered in cooking the delicacies of the globe,
To feed him well the flavours of the world

And he was a man of decent fortune, enough to last a life,
To spend on all the gowns, she’d buy with his coins

So a simple marriage one day was held,
To unite both of them in Gods’ presence

Two days had passed since they’d wed
He was happy and well fed And She took care of his wealth

But soon like a storm came a shocking call
She picked it up and it took a toll
The man she’d married was in debt
Her dreams shattered and her plan had failed

Aggressive and mad and angry and annoyed
When his man came home,
She handed him a glass of wine
Sitting beside the ingle they drank
Together for the very last time

Their kirking now was into a funeral transformed
The couple who’d married and gone in a timwhisky two days ago
Now came in a car and in a casket engraved

With the same lips that she’d taken her marriage oaths,
She now recited his requiescat


Definitions:
mammonite: one devoted to the acquisition of wealth
ventripotent: having a large belly or appetite.
kirking: the attendance of a newly married person or couple at church for the first time after marriage.
timwhisky: light carriage for one or two people, pulled by one or two horses
requiescat: a wish or prayer for the repose of a dead person.
ingle: a domestic fire or fireplace.

Wrote this poem, with the use of some new found words,
Hope you liked reading it

Thanks for reading,
See you next time,
Nabeeha Sayed

creature

Those nonchalant smiles,
innocent lies and calming eyes
ask for my attention
as they prey on my ignorance

just a blink of an eye,
and only for a second the shadow reveals itself
before they once again put on their mask
hiding the creature behind the curtains

I look away
and those smiles turn into grievous howls
those calming eyes, dripping blood from them
yet, when i look back once again
the bright light blinds me once more
into believing what i shouldn’t be

keep your friends close and your enemies closer;
but not taught how to differentiate well
and they know this–
their spell of charm,
always succeeds in throwing me off guard
before i fall prey to their innocence once more
and like a predator, they devour me with their screeching growls

but life comes a full circle,
and they don’t know if they’re the creature
i am their end
i fall for the tricks of theirs,
allow them to get a little closer to me
they make plans and i give them the temporary satisfaction
i play my part so well
all the theatre lessons put into use skillfully
and they never realise that-
i am the cause and creator of their plans
they move like pawns on my command
demanding only my dumb look to give them a hint of their success
but i do all this
only so that I can devour their bits
then it will be my chance to play dumb
as they feel themselves go numb…


Thanks for reading;
Until next time;
Nabeeha Shaikh

Kindness for self, for each other and environment.

Kindness is defined by Google as the quality of being friendly, generous and considerate. It is doing intentionally voluntary acts to be kind. But kindness is never hard. Kindness lies in the simple things: kindness is in the smile in return of a frown, kindness is sitting in silence so one is not alone, kindness is in acceptance and kindness is in hope. Kindness is in a prayer for someone. Kindness is in laughing out loud with someone.

Often we age and realise only a little late, that even though we tried to be others hope, we lost in giving hope to the one within us; that innocent creature waiting to be shown some kindness, waiting for some affirmation and appreciation; it was killed in that long wait. It only heard the criticism that you shouted at it looking yourself in the mirror. It only learned that it was never beautiful, never good enough. Still it doesn’t show its broken pieces.

The way one treats the soul within themselves, is the way one treats the souls outside of it. So for one to be gentle and kind to others, one must first learn to be gentle and kind to oneself. Being kind to oneself begins with not stressing yourself out, it is telling yourself “You’re worth it” and that “everything will work out”. It is to let your soul live the way it is and not comparing it to others. Finding beauty in truth and not flattery. Kindness is in realising that you’re pretty and kindness is in smiling through the times.

Kindness for others lies in being the hope. It is in telling small truths that might seem to obvious. Kindness is telling a little girl, “You’re strong”. Kindness is in telling a brother, “good job!”. Kindness is in telling a father, “thank you for everything”, kindness is in telling a mother, “you did it great and you did it so well”.

We always think of a goal in the far and beyond that we forget about the one’s we see every day. Kindness is in making them smile and making them feel that they’re not alone. It is not only for the living humans, but for a bird and a dog, it is for a plant and a flower, kindness is towards all the constituents of the nature. Patting a dog, being considerate towards a flower and feeding a bird are all the kindness you can do to the environment and for yourself. Because kindness to oneself also comes from showing kindness to others.

It might not be that difficult to be kind, but it is thoughtful and full of joy. It is not a big thing but it could be the flame that ignites, because kindness is contagious, it spreads faster than forest fire, is brighter than the sun and is calming than a pill.

So let’s smile and let’s laugh, let’s be kind if not big. Because when one leaves everything else, his kindness is what stays marked on his tombstone, a memoir of him and his-self.


Thanks for reading;
Until next time;
Nabeeha Sayed.

Found Poetry

Found poetry is a type of poetry created by taking words, phrases, and sometimes whole passages from other sources and reframing them (a literary equivalent of a collage) by making changes in spacing and lines, or by adding or deleting text, thus imparting new meaning. [Wikipedia]

So I too decided to try ‘found poetry’ from a book that was the closest to me at the moment — My Psychology textbook;

Here you go:

"you will realise
each
situation
we all live at the mercy of our
destiny"

Here’s another one:

"emotions
we cannot imagine
monotonous and mechanical
purposeful and meaningful"
A snippet of my psychology tb

That’s it, Thanks for reading; see u around next time
Nabeeha Sayed 🙂

Red Ink

Red Ink

Her project was incomplete, so she decided to pull an all nighter, but @2100 hours, her pen deceived her. It was the last one she’d stocked. With no other option, she decided to go to the shop down the street. This worried her friends; it was dark outside and none had ever dared to step after the sun had set. But getting suspended from school and then owning an explanation to her parents scared her more, than the darkness and the monsters that hunt for their prey in that dark.

Her friends prayed for her safety while she was gone, and made her promise to be back in 5 mins.

At 21:04, their hearts raced, she hadn’t returned yet. With the emergency number ready to dial, they waited for the longest minute to pass.

21:04:48 now, and she still hadn’t come. And as the seconds’ hand was passing from 11 to 12, a doorbell rang, and they rushed to find the creature that had left 5 mins ago, in relief they hugged.

However, one of her friends noticed that the red ink was leaking from the pen. “Nevermind” the latter replied, “I’ll manage”. And she went to her room to complete her work, with a pen dripping red ink.

Then one of the friends mentioned, “Wasn’t she needing a blue pen?, The teacher doesn’t permit the use of red ink. So why’d she get one?”

It took a minute, and then the other bent down to see and touch and then realise that the red ink was unnaturally thick and highly pigmented with a salty taste.


So what was the red ink was?
Still the main question is; how do you think it got there?
[Do lemme know in the comments below]

Creativity lurks_Thanks for reading 🙂

–Nabeeha Shaikh

Chapter_02. A decision — Yes/No

Continued from Chapter 1

Now there was a Gmail tab open on my chrome browser and a read email. A link that I could click, but a decision that I’d have to make……

Growing up, it was never my dream to become a doctor, it was more like my fathers’. I on the other hand, always aspired to work in the entertainment industry. But in my teen and later teens, I lost all my enthusiasm. Lost all my desires. It wasn’t that I was no longer interested, rather it was more like a mood swing. A sudden mood swin;, something that for some reason I don’t regret. But why remember my past now?

Maybe because my future was kept in front of me, formatted as an email. All the possible outcomes of me clicking that link occurred to me in that moment. All the things that could go wrong: My system could be hacked, it could be a stupid prank, I might loose all my data………..

But I was bored, bored of overthinking. “I never save anything personal on this device, neither am I rich enough to afford and maintain a bank account”, I said and casually clicked.


Click here, to read chapter 1. A subject-less email.

A love story

Your words,
engraved on my heart
all the stories you told to me…
of destiny.

Memoirs of you,
those small postcards,
movie tickets,
And the gift,
that you gave to me.

Saying you’ll always be beside,
you left me without a bye….

Gone forever
before I could realise.

But have I told you about love,
cause it stays when you are gone

And ours is a love story
like happiness and all glory

And we’re two hearts, but one beat,
right on melody.


A random post. No idea how I wrote it or why I wrote it. Creativity flows in stress maybe, cause I’m too stressed now and supposed to be studying Tertiary Economic Activities…..

They say “soulmates can’t go on if one is gone”, then what is “life goes on”?

So bye! C ya next time 🙂
Take care 🙂