Letting my world walk by,
You were gone;
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Dear fellow bloggers,
I hope you’re all having a fine day, so finally, I joined the Instagram world this morning, and I want to connect with all of you lovely bloggers.
This a shout out to all the fine bloggers out there who are also part of socialing on Instagram and wish to connect.
My Instagram user is Simply_Musing
Join me, follow me and I shall follow you back.
Take care and enjoy the rest of your day.
Sobia ~ Simply Musing
The cool breeze swooned with calmness and settled after a moment, maybe realising I had mustered enough courage to come today, to finally speak to her; and the intervention every few seconds wasn’t helping, not today.
She still looked beautiful, as beautiful as the first day I had layed my eyes upon her. Her black silky hair which fell across her face sometimes due to the cool breeze, which she gently pushed back behind her ear. Her face still radiant like the sun, and her lips soft, smooth like a rose petal. I pulled my hand back not realising when or how I had started to caress them.
This wasn’t helping, I had to control myself.
I knew this wasn’t going to be easy, not after what I had done, my hand began to shake at the thought of it. I diverted my thoughts to avoid reminding myself & her which I was sure she still remembered. Who wouldn’t, I was surprised to see her still standing as her confident self after the ordeal, she appeared to be untouched by it all, which was very odd and strange to see. No woman would of been able to trust another man, especially not the one who made you endure it all.
I raised my eyes to meet hers, they still seemed to be the same; clear, content and happy. No sorrow, hardness or hate, just a calm blue sea at bay, at peace and flickered every now and then with the waves gently kissing the shore. They were full of hope, full of life; how did she do it; how! I had to break the silence before it drove me mad.
Bahrah; I.. I.. have wanted to meet you for quiet some time, well; for a very long time, and I ..
me too she whispered gently, me too.
Bahrah stood with the same demeanour, I hovered over to her eyes once again, the sea was still at bay, maybe she had moved on, or had forgiven me.
I broke the silence once again,
‘that’s so good to know, well; what I mean is; and what I’m trying to say is; I love you so much Bahrah, and I miss you so much.
Bahrah stood still, I prayed she wasn’t reminiscing over what had happened, what I had done to her, that night wasn’t going to leave my thoughts, not now, not ever and I was sure she wasn’t going to forget it easily too, especially with me in sight.
She gently smiled and took a step closer to me,
‘do you know Ahmed, I have waited for you, for a long time; for a very long time, for you to tell me that you love me, that you miss me. It’s been a while hasn’t it’
she took my hand and held it, then slowly moved back with hesitation. I returned the gesture and held hers. Her hands had turned a little cold, which wasn’t like her, she was always warm, her eyes remained the same, I ignored my thoughts and gave myself up; to her; she embraced me tightly as if she had missed me too as much as I missed her.
Bahrah smiled, a flicker of flame crossed her eyes, the serene sea was facing a little storm and it was only going to build overtime.
I closed my eyes, I conciled with my thoughts, allowing myself to rest for the first time in a while; oh it had been a long time, and I knew this meant one step closer; if only Ahmed knew what I had in mind for him.
‘I missed you Ahmad, I missed you so much’..
Thank you for reading.
Image taken from Pinterest.
-Bahrah is an Arabic word, it comes from Bahr which means sea and Bahrah is the feminine word of it, meaning sea.
Remove thy mask, from the audience to your drama.
The sweet, bitter, brutal words you offer so loosely,
the bridge of trust you break, with no thought to the distances you create.
Loosen the charm from the public eye, they marvel at your attire, not knowing the inner side,
the confusion you extend to my shattered edged mind, and damaged bleeding soul,
the cuts, the bruises merged aside, go deeper than I mirror, deeper where my hidden voice resides.
Hover to the palpating organ, struggling to venture through my lifelines, it’s there; slowly fading, the love it once; held high.
Do I ask for too much,
If I’m asking for a little space ..
To exhale the misunderstood feelings I harbor,
To put them at bay.
To simply spend a little time with;
To know the storms that I create, turmoiling my inner side.
To feel the sand between my fingers and rummage through it like it’s treasure.
To sit in the rain and drown myself, unburdening the thunder and sorrow.
To run on grass or the earth, just with my bare feet;
to feel it’s warmth, it’s cool, calm, collective nature, whilst I run to exhume the heat.
To sit beside a silent shore and dip my feet to sense it,
It’s cold blue surface,
hiding a deeper tide than it actually mirrors.
Do I ask for too much,
when I just want to spend some time,
with the trees, the sea, the sand, the sky, the sun, the birds, the rain, the storm,
or even me.
For they seem to know me,
Understanding my silences with which I speak.
The pauses I take with hesitation, pondering with great length with the words I say,
Do I ask for too much;
when I just want to be me.
Image taken from Pinterest.
Thank you for visiting.
Sometimes it’s these very people who you may have crossed paths with, become the best of people in your life.
It’s almost like you have known them for a very long time, even though you may have just met, they feed your mind and soul, like they understand every word, silence and breath you take, just like a soul mate.
They’re to keep and not to lose.
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