Ayesha Tulkubra Poems

Heard the gunshots, I guess they're here.
Well equipped with all the weapons.
People dying here and there.
Screaming aloud, calling them demons.
...

Let me admire the moon tonight.
For if I were not blessed with sight,
It had not been beuteous in the night.
...

In my arms,
Cold bodied he lied.
The agony of his pain,
He could not hide.
...

How should I make you see?
That what you've done to me.
The veins of my heart trickle.
I try to close them
...

I greeted your smile with a bit of laugh.
You said we are dreamers in a dream of serenity.
I drew you on page, sheltered you from my rage.
Like a bird cradles in a golden cage.
...

As I walked through this dark alley,
I looked for a man.
But he's the servant of light.
A shadow out of sight.
...

My pensive hours conceal my secrets.
They hold the offences and my regrets.

But also capture the world, I assume
...

One glorious morning I opened my eyes to see.
My room's window permitting in autumn's breeze.

Kicked off the quilt, jumped out of the bed.
...

Dawn came so cruel.
A dagger of light.
Slashing perversively,
The pearl of night.
...

Saw a picture burning red.
Standing back, sensed trouble ahead.

Flames shooting up to skies.
...