I write stuff that I don’t mean usually 
In other words… I had written those poems months and years ago. They don’t reflect my state of mind or what I feel. But for some reason I like them because I am not a poet and poetry doesn’t come naturally to me. Just wanted to post them here.
Loneliness
The fire of loneliness
Burns my every single pore
Consumes my soul
Minute by minute
Sunday
Sunday was just like any other day
Before you left for the world
Heard of yet unknown
Memories
Today
I burnt
All the gifts
Love notes
Greeting cards
Everything
That smelt of him
I’m
I am alone
Flustered
Helpless
Trapped in the box
Behind the walls
In the well
Under water
Suffocated
Dying second by second
Pain
The pain of separation
Has frozen like an ice
On the mountain top
Only the tender
Feelings of love
Would melt it
Ayesha
Beautiful haiku like poems, dispersed in their own existence…Poetry or another form of art does not have to reflect the way an artist feels, but how others feel.
I think you have written them very well in its universal sense.
Keep up the good work.
By: Kashkin on July 29, 2008
at 6:35 pm
Thanks K for your encouragment!
By: Ayesha on July 29, 2008
at 11:03 pm
Hmm…why the explanation – explanation means being guilty of comething
They are good – keep writing!
By: Nadeen on July 30, 2008
at 2:40 am
“SOMETHING” – Maam, please fix my spellings
By: Nadeen on July 30, 2008
at 2:41 am
They are beautiful short poems! What I liked was the economy of words that you used to describe intense emotions.
Keep them coming!
By: Aadil on July 30, 2008
at 3:47 am
beautiful poems, nice.
keep posting
By: MZ on July 30, 2008
at 6:35 am
hehehehe You know Ayesha I mostly post the verses that do not reflect me … and when my friends read them , they ask ” o jee sabb khairrrr hae naa ”
Your all poems are lovely ,however I liked ” I’m & Pain ” the most .
Keep Writing
By: nayni on July 30, 2008
at 9:25 pm
Very nice…
I liked the Memories. Its bit interesting conflict.
Its been for me forever.
Memories are never constituted with gifts/cards/letters/sms/pics/emails/places etc
I can destroy every tangible thing and leave behind the places and times but still I cant escape memory!
I cant escape my experience because that is what I am. I cant stop myself being me.
I cant lie to myself that her pleasant body odor was sweeter than this fragrance.
Memories… Khudaya chheen ley mujh sey haafiza mera…
By: Goonga on July 31, 2008
at 6:29 am
Thank you all,
Nadeen, Aadil, MZ, Nayni and G…
I agree there is no escape from memories.
By: Ayesha on July 31, 2008
at 1:13 pm