Biography of Aisha Sherazi
I write editorials these days, hence the lack of new poems here. Please feel free to check out my blog at:
and comment! Its purpose is free and healthy dialogue.
As for my poems...
Read these words,
If you have an open mind,
Scroll through the pages,
If you are not unkind.
My thoughts and feelings,
Are here for sharing,
But only if you,
Are kind and caring.
Read my poems,
And you will learn more,
About who I am,
And what I was before.
About all my dreams,
About all my fears,
So only read,
If you're prepared,
Not to laugh or jeer.
The following are my current favourites and a good place to start reading....but of course, the choice is yours :)
Butterfly, The Creature of Change and Survival
The Stages Of Love And Hate
The Wall Around My Heart
Aisha Sherazi Poems
Butterfly, The Creature Of Change And Su...
I grow, I struggle, I am not nurtured, Nor cared for,
Communication Breakdown, What’s happening today? We don’t say what we mean, And we don’t mean what we say.
How does fear start? When we are so small, Fear of being alone, With our cries we call.
The Conversation Of Dreamers
Dream thrower, dream thrower, Throw me a dream, Please make it good, Like strawberries and cream.
A Perfect Pain
I promise, You are the only one for me, And though it pains my heart, To love you,
You'Ve Made Me Aware
You've made me aware, You've opened my eyes, Never saw things this way, Before.
A Mother's Seed Of Love
A seed has been planted in my heart by you. It grows and grows, and continues to flourish. It makes my soul feel like a garden.
Ignite my imagination, Take me somewhere new, I want to go places, I want something to do.
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Post a few, Read a few, Vote on a few, Comment on a few,
A Quiet Place
I search a quiet place, For reverent solitude, One where I can fix, My strained attitude.
Woman In Glass Tower
Oh strange woman, In your tower of glass, Why do you watch, From behind your mask?
Poems Don'T Have To Rhyme
Poems do not have to rhyme, If you don't, it's not a crime. Thinking of rhymes just takes time,
For My History Teacher
I’m sitting in class, My eyes about to close, I hope teacher don’t see, I hope she don’t see me.
“What’s inside here? ” He asks me as he opens a box. “What does this do? ” He inquires with anticipation.
What’s happening today?
We don’t say what we mean,
And we don’t mean what we say.
We trundle along in life,
Not speaking when we should,
We wait until it’s too late,
And then say nothing good.