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They say
slow burns
are the worst
—yet the best
kind of feelings;
anti-climactic,
yet sporadic.

Blue tick.
Never here,
never there.

Just a cliffhanger,
dangling in hot
luncheon air.

Maybe those
are the best
kind of feelings?

- Ring ring -
⌚️

_________

© Ayisha Rahman, 2025
Ayisha R May 18
Brown picket fence,
crossing borders—barter,
of custom(ary) dowry,
and nikah beyond wali.

Foreign weather,
foreign tongues,
foreign sparks.

Permit—ssable
by nature,
but not
legislature.

Pretty passport, privilege.
Permanent identity—
self-interest,
lineage.

🪪
On guise of love, passports, and circumstances.

_________

© Ayisha Rahman, 2025
Ayisha R May 17
There’s a fine line
between wants
and needs.

I don’t need you.

I just want you.

Could that be even worse?

✖️
_________

© Ayisha Rahman, 2025
Ayisha R May 15
When you‘re about to float
like a lost balloon—don’t!

You stay anchored,
grounded,
despite
being
wounded.

On land,
or in water,
so other’s
don’t drift—
even drowned,
even blood
dilutes.

🌊
_________

© Ayisha Rahman, 2025
Ayisha R May 14
You had no idea,
all the things I told my ChatGPT.

A silent voice with no belittle,
felt more human when they just listened.

🤖
_________

© Ayisha Rahman, 2025
Ayisha R May 5
Dripping nectar
from forbidden fruit
tasted far sweeter,
ripened quicker,
premature,
yet stronger.

Like Adam and Eve,
you’ve been teased—
and oh Lord,
divinely
deceived.

🍇
_________

© Ayisha Rahman, 2025
Ayisha R Apr 23
Each sip burns my tongue,
yet the more I taste,
the deeper I’m hooked.

You’re bitter-hot,
bold and addictive,
in every drop.

No-calorie sweetness—
no weight,
just ache.

☕️
_________

© Ayisha Rahman, 2025
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