poet – AYESHA F. HAMID

Anchors of Light

December 26, 2024

Traversing the path means traversing the dark.
Mist blinds but moonlight hue
brightens from dark to blue
showing outlines of cobblestone path
leading to uncertain destinations
stirring thoughts of hidden things.

But fear disperses as two lampposts appear
rising perfectly towards sky
irrefutable evidence of human ingenuity and mind
anchors of light
giving relief in midst of the lonely unknown.

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“Escape, 2020” by Ayesha F. Hamid

May 17, 2020

A woman scribbles with movement of her pen
is able to change what’s unpleasant
describes only water dripping below
birds singing above
a melody forcing her ear to pay homage
as she writes of sun rays lighting
earth with yellow, green, blue
all the while avoiding thoughts of the virus
raging outside or asking if pandemic
will bring humanity to its knees

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“Books” by Ayesha F. Hamid

December 8, 2019

Of tears, exclusion, pain
among the darkness
sometimes comes a ray
from lives of tumult
the turning of pages
pen to paper to survive memory
with this, books are made

“The Fall” by Ayesha F. Hamid

October 15, 2019

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.

“Saved from Summer” by Ayesha F. Hamid

October 12, 2018

She welcomed the end of summer’s oppression,
the pressure under, over, everywhere
having exhausted her within.

In summer, the sun weighed down
disheartening 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 had to fear
being suspect for being something less than ideal
a place she wanted to welcome on hot skin
like a perfectly cool breeze.