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. 

Winter Whispers

Breathing with severity, thrashing with force, delivering its anguish upon those bewildered in its midst. 

The coldness grips ignoring futile layers, shudders and shivers, accompanying fogged, and blazed surfaces. 

The wind pauses to take a break, from thrusting all that treds its way.

Forgetting its nature, I lose my sense of reality, marvelling the touch of whiteness, the tender scenery, whilst allowing shivers to embrace me. 

I breath with a cold, chilling air, managing a smile, standing upon ice cold ground whilst my hands bare the brunt of my desire. I see, all white before me; snowed layers, foggy visions cooling the earth from the summer just gone, placing at bay the overburnt exposed nature, taming its creatures to follow suit. 

I shudder, as the coldness reminds me that I am still standing in open air. I walk towards my cottage door, it swings open with ease; a swift of warm heat mixed with cinnamon aroma pulls me towards it, I stop, and turn back to inhale a final view;
I whisper, welcome cold season, welcome. 

Sobia 

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Image taken from pininterest. 

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

Whispers – 2

Tears trickled down her cheeks, as she murmured her ordeal, ‘I deserve to be free, I deserve to live’. Her sobbing grew louder, as she screamed with full force, her knees became weak as she fell to the ground to garner some support, still clinching the knife, She had always fought for others but was failing to hold and fight for herself. The touch of the knife upon her wrist trickled drops of blood, the sight of it made her dizzy. As she remained still to regain her hold. She could hear footsteps, eager, frantically searching for something. She held her breath in horror, he was back, he had found her, as sweat trickled down her body, panic overtook her, she fell with a huge thud, darkness was overtaking her as her eyes closed slowly till she lost conscienceness.. 

To be continued ..

Daily Prompt

Whispers

 

She lay still, gazing at the stars, lost in a distant thought, her mind was at a standstill as she sought comfort from the cool night and the bright stars. She often loved to seclude herself away from every being. Lost in her own world of imagination. She was alone, and she knew it, the stars were her little friends whom she often shared her secrets, whispered her dreams to. She loved the night, embracing her with the warm breeze and sometimes chilled and cold as the seasons changed. Her little window opened her up to a whole horizon, this was her little secret, her very own secret. Sometimes she wondered why they were so far decorated in the sky, her wish to touch them and even embrace them was often murmured. She consoled herself, it’s best for them to watch me from afar, for often those who became close, hurt her much, and caused her pain. ‘I am strong, I am’ she confided, convincing herself again and again ..  ‘I was born strong, nothing hurts me any more, nothing’ her voice echoed as she picked the blade and placed it upon her wrist to demonstrate to the invisible. ..

To be continued …