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.
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.
I look up crookedly, just a bum on the street but I can still see the things you don’t think I can see – the steps you take, the role you play the stride with which you walk makes its way deep into the recesses of my heart, out through every tear, every drop the … More “Love on the Street” by Ayesha F. Hamid
Fairies and fireflies, a neon garden of delight, a spinning vortex circling till the end of time.
How my youth was wasted by all the stupid rules as admins laughed while I stood nodding like a fool.
In the battlefield of right and wrong, matters not whose weak, whose strong. Truth has its own strength, tougher than ignominy, harder than steel.
To find the auras of angels move your misdirected field of vision from the sky towards the opposite direction to see cheerful children in personas of perfection, not contemplating but knowing goodness, with eyes full of wonder and love, squeaking with joy, smiling with ready teeth for all, without exception, pretense, or prejudice. They lack … More “Salvation Dims” by Ayesha F. Hamid