Always

We don't need to look for love 

Running in circles for a connection that's already there 

Chasing down relationship 

When Jesus always cared 

Looking to experience temporary feelings 

When you need something to last an eternity 

Cheeks previously stained by tears 

Seek soft kisses that rarely stay 

Tender for a moment 

Only to go away 

We all need a love that will last forever 

And always 

Till Next Time, Esha 

 

Bold Heart

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The feeling dissipates

But I still remember the warmth 

I still crave the moment 

Looking for the next opportunity 

To be gathered up in caring arms 

To be told that I will be kept 

Safe from harm 

To be well thought of 

And loved in return 

My heart awaits the chance of exchanging the courtesy  

Yearning and turning in desolate places 

Aching to see and experience friendly faces 

Hopefully a day will arrive 

Someone's eyes will catch me by surprise 

And I will be held in an embrace 

That makes my lonely years fade away 

That gives me emotions that are here to stay 

The feeling dissipates

But I still remember the warmth 

I still crave the moment 

Looking for the next opportunity... 

To receive a long, awe-inspiring hug 

I use to run from intimacy 

Choosing isolation 

And silent discretion over having a hand to hold  

But as of late... 

My heart has grown bold 

Love always, Esha 

Unknown Place

You bring me back to a familiar yet unknown place. It's the breath of you. The movement of your steady words. The feel of your uneasy truth. The way you calm the riffs in the cliff of my soul.

Hold me... till I can no longer let go. Because I run from the feeling of love. And I clamor at the stoop of rejection. There is no hope at the end of a rope that burns tender palms. But you keep on pulling me back in. Telling me that I can't get through a difficult situation without breaking a little.

You treat my wounds with aloe and salve. Then wrap my hands with bandages and gauze, covered in hope. Telling me that I'm one of your chosen that despite my faults I am loved beyond measure. That my heart is an oasis and my time is treasured... And that's why I call you my redeemer. 



Love always, Esha 

The Mission of Writers

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Writing is a nasty business. One minute you're speaking with your whole heart. Baring the issues of your soul on a white paper that seems endless. The next minute your words dry up like a shallow puddle of water on a hot summer’s day. The words fade to black and the feeling of flowing letters pulsating through easy fingertips slips away.

We sit with open palms writing for the pleasure of the moment. Praying for the eyes of excited readers to scan the lines of tactful words. We are not titans. We are bearers of empty yet hopeful words, subjects added to verbs. Creating sentences you never thought of but every portion read touched a sensitive nerve.

We fly like oceans swiping over wet dreams. We move like clouds rolling too high. Fighting for an opening to a sentence. Working towards a period that never dies. People have limited lives but the feelings they provoke live on.

Count me among the nameless writers who gave up but kept on going. Never knowing if anyone would read. Because they couldn’t change the world. And the successful are defined by monetary greed But the starving artist is defined by need. 



Love always, Esha