To the rhythm of love she dances all night

To the rhythm of love
She dances all night
On the beat of desires
The floor’s on fire
Glum and tire
She continues
To the rhythm of love
She dances all night
The way she moves
Like a gentle breeze
Pleasing the eyes
Alluring the winds
She dances to win
Her battle with life
To the rhythm of love
She dances all night
Ayesha Mehr Nadeem | ©

My Lonely Self

Painting by Helenka Wierzbicki from artclutch.com

Alone is something I have been a lot in my life. Alone was something I was comfortable with. All those wordless hours felt dulcet and serene, like hair being fondled. It had a different flavor. But now this deathly silence itches me somewhere deep inside because it’s always quiet, too quiet.

Sometimes when the burden of untold stories, unexpressed feelings, pernicious lies and dreary loneliness is poisoning your soul and corrupting your beliefs you have to write.

If a story is in you, it has to come out. Continue reading