Always
June 1, 2020
Anyone’s memory can be erased
except yours friend
seems your shadow will stay
haunting mind, heart, soul
from the moment you left
the pictures of you repeating
always
Tag: Poetry
Escape, 2020
May 17, 2020
A woman scribbles with the movement of her pen
is able to change what’s unpleasant
and describes only water that drips below
or 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 virus
raging outside or asking if the pandemic
will bring humanity to its knees
Isolation
April 28, 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 sweet
yet always unknown
were calculations and secret needs
and the eventual picking off
of whatever was left of the flesh
fists thrusting further
to the heart underneath,
until reaching
the seat of the soul, Trust
which when shaken
is rarely ever the same.
So, imagination remains contained
as caution creeps up the spine
protecting the body from any more incursion
always parrying away to avoid a final blow.
Books
December 8, 2019
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
“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.
“Perfect Things” by Ayesha F. Hamid
July 25, 2019
Nothing’s perfect
just what appears to be
but even those things
one day must fade
every bit taken away
– the only power within those
seemingly perfect things is
that for one brief moment,
they really had been.
“Saved from Summer” by Ayesha F. Hamid
October 12, 2018
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 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.
“Girls on Trains” by Ayesha F. Hamid
September 23, 2018
Searching in cities, walking aimlessly,
looking for the past, she breathed in
remembering what she used to be,
believing, supportive, free.
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 have been
will always continue to stay within.
“Perfect Love” by Ayesha F. Hamid
September 15, 2018
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
cut your ties, give a divorce
leave your first wife.
Not skinny enough, find someone thin
but someone who fills
the metaphorical hole in your heart,
and helps you fit in.
Forever is never set in stone
so go through as many as you need
till you find the one.
Till you find perfect love.
“Light” by Ayesha F. Hamid
July 20, 2018
When you think it can’t,
that it won’t come
with nothing in sight,
just night in front of you,
it do, it do come through,
the smallest strand
of light in darkness
just barely enough
to see you through.
