The Language of Silence



Penetrate Sublime

sighs of Surprise.

Awestruck Ayes abide,

A Sun-Ray’s Bride,

I Do confide.

Halos of Lies,

appear, arise.

Beams inside

tried and tried

fears Subside.

The Abscessed Blame

contaminates in vain.

The Absence of shame

Will Supersede pain,

Transmuting my vein.

Contrivances abate,

paired-soles await…

Impossible to placate.

Two-Souls-Alleviate

games disintegrate.

Residual Pillars

of Light remain,

so bright, sustain

The Legend of Love

A Gift from Above.



Published by Sine Pari Poet

In Arabic, Ayesha means Life--I am Woman--of Poetry, Poetic Prose, Photography, and the Creation of All of My Dreams, all of which end in Artistry. I have often been referred to as Enigmatic and Magnetic, but also Selfless ("to a fault"). Some call me an "m-path" because I am highly compassionate. I sincerely hope that you enjoy all that I have to offer. Thank you for taking the time to Read Me. I am Proud. I am Ayesha. With Love, Ayesha R. Gill عايشة رامازاً جل

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