Category: little

• May 24, 2024

  Speaking in Riddles

  The truth lies dormant underneath concrete and hidden dreams We talk in riddles Answer in rhymes Smile contorted into broken phrases That leave little to the imagination But everything undone Love always, Ayesha
• March 27, 2023

  Missing

  He’s missing again NO calls NO text Only emptiness Hangs in the void He’s been MIA Since he was a little boy Days turned to nights And nights turned to days Weeks at a time combined into months Months turned into years Sometimes, I would look for him In the highways and byways Of cities…
• February 8, 2023

  Spiritual Journey

  Many people live and breath but they exist without purpose. They build homes with luxury in mind but no love to be found, creating structures without beams and forming roofs devoid of shingles. How does anyone thrive without a rhyme or reason? Pushing for tomorrow with no drive. Eating food that provides zero substance. Drinking…
• January 25, 2023

  Short Poem: In Time

  I laugh a little When I think about How things have come together From us rarely talking to promises of forever All good things in time Love always, Esha <3
• January 23, 2023

  Short Thought: Wake Up

  Everyday you wake up is a good day. Don’t let the little hiccups stop you from enjoying the sunshine. Love always, Esha
• October 7, 2022

  Working

  This has been my life as of late… Enjoy Work till your knees bend under the pressure Sweat till your muscles feel the burn Add the hustle to your tussle Mix in that grind time With the crack of a smile half used The hard days will pay off in a little awhile Until then……
• July 11, 2022

  A Thank You to My Readers

  I’m just gonna get it off my chest… My grandmother died last week. This is the third death I experienced in 10 months. First, my Father then my Auntie now this. So I stopped writing for a little over a week. I needed time to think. I needed time to take it all in. Ultimately,…
• July 11, 2022

  X-ray Vision

  Sometimes when we look at people. We only see the surface of who they are. We don’t see the little broken pieces floating around within. There are no x-ray glasses to see a torn soul. We can only witness the hurt people permit us to see. Love always, Esha <3
• June 20, 2022

  Small Thought: Arrival

  There was a time when I waited for your arrival. While dreaming of a day when we can be a little closer. Anticipating you like the stars showing up in the splendor of the night sky. Throw a lasso around the twilight of bright luminous rays. And pulled them down one by one. Counting them…