Ayesha Aziz
Drama Others
Tired of fitting in,
No courage to stand out; soul
Tarnished with anguish
Murderer Of M...
Fatigue
Shrouded Expe...
I had penned these words in my notepad, After coming out from a therapy session... I had penned these words in my notepad, After coming out from a therapy sessi...
You are here now. A long time yet, not so for art minds tormented for days of a year, and 'tis su... You are here now. A long time yet, not so for art minds tormented for days of...
It's high time you embraced your soul and healed the bruises you have created. It's high time you embraced your soul and healed the bruises you have created.
And I yearn for another cycle of all those beautiful seasons And I yearn for another cycle of all those beautiful seasons
Half his loyal followers and all enemies were dead... Half his loyal followers and all enemies were dead...
Gallantry! is the experience of years Gallantry! is the experience of years
I promise you, my dear heart, I won't be able to bring the moon on floor.... I promise you, my dear heart, I won't be able to bring the moon on floor......
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Racing sun moved towards the thicket of dark... Racing sun moved towards the thicket of dark...
As a physician he must serve the needy and poor, Who could not get the service but deserve it deare... As a physician he must serve the needy and poor, Who could not get the service ...
My heart is lit by hope’s ray. I still love you, that's all I want to say. My heart is lit by hope’s ray. I still love you, that's all I want to say.
I woke up to my little brother tugging my tail, It was a beautiful day in my green fairytale. ... I woke up to my little brother tugging my tail, It was a beautiful day in my ...
Life becomes a festival when gaiety and culture blend, Life becomes a festival when gaiety and culture blend,
We must be true, noble and disinterested without any attachment and desire We must be true, noble and disinterested without any attachment and desire
Tears are not a sign of weakness Tears are not a sign of weakness
When I give birth, I am the MOTHER. I idealise love. For you, my child, I am the world! When I give birth, I am the MOTHER. I idealise love. For you, my child, I am t...
My spirits were high and ambitions far fetched My soul was never content with the roof and the br... My spirits were high and ambitions far fetched My soul was never content with...
Some were modest enough to shred it into pieces Before letting the flames of the fire place consume... Some were modest enough to shred it into pieces Before letting the flames of th...
Have seen many a summer and withstood thunderstorms Over the past hundred years or so – have lost... Have seen many a summer and withstood thunderstorms Over the past hundred yea...