Anyone’s memory can be erased except yours friend seems your shadow will stay haunting mind, heart, soul from the moment you left till my last breath the pictures of you repeating always
A woman scribbles with the movement of her pen is able to change what’s unpleasant and describes only water that drips below and birds that sing above a melody forcing her ear to pay homage as she writes of sun rays lighting the earth with yellow, green, blue all the while avoiding thoughts of the … More Escape, 2020
Even herculean imagination will not bring the mind to reason that newcomers mean no harm mean only to lead towards better destinations, maybe, even to a place like Shangri-La. Could they really be different than the ones who arrived lifetimes ago and left their scars? In the beginning they too were so sweet yet always … More Isolation
Of tears, exclusion, pain among the darkness sometimes comes the ray from lives of tumult the turning of pages pen to paper to survive memory with this, books are made
Yes, death does come for all for every summer, there must be a fall but we always leave a part of us in the world and the part of the world which was loved always stays in the immortal heart.
After eight years of oftentimes grueling work, I am so happy to announce that my memoir, The Borderland Between Worlds, is forthcoming, in early 2020, from Auctus Publishers. Thank you, Krish Singh, for publishing writers underrepresented in publishing!
She welcomed the end of summer’s oppression, the pressure under, over, everywhere having cooked her from within. In summer, the sun weighed down, disheartening from dreams, while the wandering, distracted mind meandered, wished to be someplace else, wished to be free, somewhere else where she was listened to, was esteemed, someplace else where she never … More “Saved from Summer” by Ayesha F. Hamid
Searching in cities, walking aimlessly, looking for the past, she breathed in remembering what she used to be, believing, supportive, sweet. Scanning faces futilely, she braced herself for the realization that they really weren’t the same faces though they appeared to be. The ghosts haunting her wouldn’t easily be excised, the torture of what could … More “Girls on Trains” by Ayesha F. Hamid
If someone isn’t rich, find another with funds, silver, diamonds, gold, enough to see you through. If he’s not cold enough, with no head to fend off the brutality of life, then find a man who feels less who does what he must, giving out pink slips left and right. When she’s not young enough, … More “Love in the Twenty-First” by Ayesha F. Hamid
We stood in front of an encompassing pool, blue and beautiful. The path to the water’s center, a platform for our confessions and truths while liquid remained, bubbles cascading. At once, we jumped in, forgetting everything, becoming what we used to be before the sorrow seeped through.