Tag: living

That’s how Love works! 

Sometimes I wish I was a bird, so I could fly high above the sky, touching peaks that I only dream of;

and perching on her balcony, so I could see her at my leisure,

the non answered calls and the ignored messages wouldnt be so much of a bother today.

For my eyes would be quenched from the thirst of her absence, to hear her solemn voice,

so sweet and gentle,

to admire her view as long as I desired.

Until darkness falls and she draws the curtains.

That’s how love works sometimes ..

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Image rights belong to JamaicaMai012 – DeviantArt

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

The Tide

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;  

me,

myself

and I. 

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.

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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. 

Last Love

 

All glooms around me, I stand to reminisce our last fatal moment.

The feel of your touch, which awoke sensations never before touched, the taste of your  words, the freshness of your breath still lingers; the sweet sound of you’re voice still echoes. I stand alone, recalling what now is lost. Even the lifeless around me know. They understand as they have began to decay and refuse to flourish as they once did. They mock me or pity me. I refuse to acknowledge them, for the storm within me erupts like a volcano gushing forth its pain and anger with all its might to destroy everything within its reach. The pain builds and subsides at its leisure beyond my control.

Pain is a futile word to describe my loss. My heart mourns, it weeps due to being distant from you. It knows to only function in one way; and that is …
being with you.

Image courtesy: Rachael C Marek – Prompt

Sold

silence-3

 

Seal those lips, do as you’re told,
lock your heart, instructed my mother.

She forgot to mention; my mind; & innocent soul!

Marry the man, I have been told, dress in bridal, and be quick; today is the day for you two to meet, and be whole.

Be whole! Or broken like fragments of glass. Our eyes have not met, our hearts neither attached, my life given away, to reside with a foreign stranger.

In the market of animals, I have been sold, to merry the man, who is yet unknown.

layered with henna, red bridal clothes, jewellery to add attraction for the foreign bidders’ eyes, this room becomes a showroom, to dazzle the winning possession, where I am held, and must hold.

Death do us part, a lifetime engagement, I signed my life, and married death; welcome me with open arms, as you all watch the drama unroll, for reality begins today, with a bitter brutal taste.

 

 

Sobia

 

 

In dedication to all those who have been forced to marry, the culture is still alive and prevalent today.

-Photography Credits belong to Ali Xeeshan Theatre Studio.