Tag: old

• May 29, 2024

  Reaching Higher

  Fingertips touch clouds To believe in the old dreams Holding on to hope Love always, Ayesha
• April 3, 2024

  Beautiful Flowers

  Friends are like beautiful flowers They dance when the wind blows Petals soft, rolling velvet Attracting bees and good times Blossoming in spring They are colorful and full of life Rooted in traditions and old things Taking in the rain Speaking with the birds Providing shade and shelter for those in need All the compassion…
• March 19, 2024

  Long Overdue

  I’m sorry is just a phrase until you put the words into action. Oftentimes, I have looked for changed behavior in others but neglected it’s utility in myself. I found it easier to point my finger at those that hurt me and see myself as the injured party. But when it came to addressing my…
• February 14, 2024

  Fearless

  I wrote this poem as I was reflecting on the lessons I learned from my childhood. Only the children know About the trends Discovering the rainbow’s end Creating new friends And sustaining a connection with the old Moving fearless And being bold We forget about chances we should take As we grow old In truth…
• February 1, 2023

  Puzzles

  It leaves minds tired Hands twisted Feet confused Pieces lost in dialect Hidden on the floor While thoughts spill And slip into the cracks Of old forgotten insecurities never filled It is left on the table Until an urge to complete the unfinished task returns again Irritation sets in Frustration sets in Life breaks into…
• January 30, 2023

  Next Relationship: Part 2

  I am convincedTotally and utterly certainThat everybody wants to be special to somebodyTo look at someone with loving eyesAnd to see love staring back at you To feel the warmAnd giving natureOf an open palmPressing into the depths of a handDying to be held We dedicate books, sonnets, movies, Portraits, paintings, songs, shows of affectionTo…
• November 26, 2022

  Short Thought: Old Me

  I’ve changed so much in the last year that sometimes I forget that people grew used to the old me. Love always, Esha <3
• November 2, 2022

  Repair

  We throw away broken things. Tossing them to the wayside like torn clothes that served their purpose. After losing their vibrant color and form. How do you dispose of worn out things? Is it a job for waste management or recycling? Or can it be reimbursed, patched up and used? Can the old object be…
• August 5, 2022

  Love Part 2

  What can a warm hand do for a frozen heart? It can’t make it pump blood But maybe it can give it the courage to start… Compassion lit a fire under icy sentiments That grew rock solid with the arrival of spring Who is us? In the midst of disgust Do we keep on believing…