I am Ayesha. I am a Muslim and I am going to blow this stinking joint wide open. To use an old turn of phrase, that no kid these days would even know of. Mind you they don't know crap these days. Not my name, not my background. Not even Muslim. No spirituality. All festering, [...]
Tag: Love
#NaBloPoMo #8: The Precipice that could Swallow this Crow.
Waiting for the day when nothing else remains. When all that we have and were will refuse to remain, The day that I cease to torment us with this simmering hate, The day you again love what I -What WE can create, The time that can be dedicated to ourselves and not, When love is [...]
This.. Hurt.. Questions.
Hey, do you hear me? Do you wish to call? Do you yearn to hear us speak? Can I trust you? Can you believe me? Can we carry on in reality? Why can't we be friends? Would it be so hard to hang? Would meeting up be such a drag? We are divided, yes. More [...]
Is love dead?
I keep coming back to this idea that love as we know it is silly, trite and majorly dead. There is such a silencing of love. It's like we're so desensitized to it. We can't even think about it. To see it. To feel it. Yet we can feel that great aching gap within us. [...]
My Mourning Period. My self-imposed fate.
I have 40 days grace to mourn the hands of fate, But did it begin when last I heard your sweet nectared voice refuse to sing? Or when your strong and loving hands typed such embittered short goodbyes? Or further still does it begin when last I held and kissed your face? Though in this [...]
Hey you.
I want you. I need you. These ties run so deep. I feel so ignored. Yet I haven't even begun to speak. It's deafening. These screams within. Every missed dose of you, Feels like a fresh hit. I see other's like us, Do you see them too? So blissfully "true" Colourful within a grayscaled milieu. I [...]
What is my eye colour? Do you think I do not see you clear? Knocking around, Shutting us out. Playing at a fools's game. -Ain't it a crying shame? What will you do when we are all gone? Who will it be to scratch out next? Could it be thine own son? For we all flock [...]
A lived personal “truth” on mental health and healing.
Emotions that rollercoaster severely often lead those of us between 15- 32 to widely speculate that we are flawed, mentally unstable, unfixable and an absolute failure. From experience, this is what "growing-up" is like for many of us today. As someone with a family of mental health issues I know this burden more than most. Coupled [...]
I’m in Love with a Liar and a Coward.
I'm in love with a liar & a coward Who is a perpetual man-baby carting around a new love-sick puppy A faker of the highest degree Pledging innocent ignorance as he flees Into their shared lair with all their cultural cool flair Her only appeal, to your incessant search for youthful zeal is her proximity [...]
Flickered and Failing is Your Love’s Flame.
Flickered and Failing is your love's flame. Feigning a true lover's play, Leaving the marks of your stay, Telling me it is worth it more when I crave. That I am best when I am wanton, That true love exists in partings, That I am an over-reacting dreamer. I dream. I scheme. An unfettered virgin, [...]
Mariam Kauser 