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I often hear

love

Love, I often hear, with cascade of definitions placed before me, 

with the limited words, sometimes guilt, thrown towards me,

often forgotten, then suddenly, there you are before me, 

I bare the silence, then decide to break it, reminiscing the wrath that befalls me, 

What is love, I often ask,

for still, I feel like a novice, trying to unwrap the layers that console me. 

 

Love, sometimes difficult to explain, for we all have our little window, from which we see through to define what love is for you and how you choose to show it. 

Instagram Bloggers

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

Love is Sweet ~ Story

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’..

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Thank you for reading.

Sobia 
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. 

Soulmate 

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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Image owner unknown, found on a social media site. 

Empty Spaces

 

 

 

Are my words,

lines and verses,

the only way for people to read me.

What if I left dots . . .

and empty spaces.

would they not suffice to know me.

What about a barren land,

that is left deprived of any existence ..

That emanates to bring forth

some of the greatest verses,

poems, and stories.

 

Are my words,

lines and verses,

the only way for people to read me.

 

 

Sobia

If only there was more emphasis on reading people more than what’s around them.

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Poetry 

‘Poetry isn’t difficult to write, you just need the heart to write it’

It’s not mere words of fiction, or fantasy conjured through my mind, they’re pieces of my heart extracted to share what’s deep inside. 

Poetry isn’t difficult to write, when you can find your heart to write them,

the storm of words oozing forth; fighting to win a little space in the verses of my life. 

Poetry isn’t difficult to write, I just need your hearts to understand them.

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Sobia

The lines ‘poetry isn’t difficult to write, you just need the heart to write it’ originates from  the movie ‘poetry’ by Lee Chang Dong. I found these verses on Jamie Dedes blog, who shared extractions of words from the movie. 

These lines inspired me to continue writing, I hope they appeal to your senses, especially connect to your emotions. 
Image rights belong to: ValleyBiz
Thank you. 

Love Falls 

She listened attentively, holding back the storm that was brewing within. 

A tear forcing its way down and landing with a splash upon the palm of her hand. 

He froze upon witnessing her ordeal, silence embraced them, unwelcoming their next exchange of words. 

She made her way to the door, to free herself from the pain, grasping the door handle with all her might, searching for strength to speak. she then turned to face him, without allowing herself to fail or become weak. 

She broke the cold silence, leaving him with her last words to reminisce over; 

‘I should leave rather than allow myself to be broken slowly, it’s the best thing to do, for me, and I suppose for you too. 

Goodbye’. 

The door closed with a thud, he stood still, trying to embrace what just occurred, he had lost; he had lost her, he had lost all. 

‘You never really understood me. 

I still love you, I really do’ he whispered. 

He stared at the door, wanting her to return.

He fell; the floor was cold, the air around him began to change, his eyes closing slowly, everything disappearing from sight; leaving him in complete silence and in complete darkness. . .

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Image: Pinterest, can’t seem to find the owner behind it.