Bleed

Bleed

Posted by HIBA on 7:30 PM in poems,

To the man who wants a woman to bleed red on their first night.You should know this,

When she was 3, her tiny fingers were rubbing her uncle's junk, apparently that was a secret game.

When she was 5, the dhoodh wala wasn't smiling at her genuinely, he was capturing a memory for his night's relief.

When she was 10, the bus driver loved her not for her cheerful face, but to fill his morning with a touch and poke.

When she was 15, her boyfriend wasn't her lover. He was a thief, stole her first kiss.

When she was 20, her cousin, yes the one you talked right before capturing that perfect picture, was her nightmare in disguise.

At 23, when she enters your room, will you be yet another of these men, or will you make love?

Oh, she won't bleed, but if she does, it's her eyes that'll bleed.

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Home

Home

Posted by HIBA on 9:56 PM in

My heart is in bits and pieces, it's all over the place. There is a piece of it in my dad's comforting voice, a little bit of it with my concerned mom. Some of it are stolen and so I am sort of lost that way. And I know most of it is in my lord's possession for I find something as close to home when we are talking. A bit of it is in my husband's arms, but it isn't steady yet in his warmth, I can't blame him. Words I read and jot have captivated  a huge chunk of it.
So home for me is not exactly where my heart is, it's where I feel absolutely me, and I haven't felt the absoluteness entirely yet, I might find it or not,as I am still on the road, connecting and growing towards what I'd define home.

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Field

Field

Posted by HIBA on 6:12 PM in

After lunch, I was about to do the dishes when for a moment i paused, looking out through the windows and saw what I normally don't. An entire field of green and mountains at far end. I smiled for the first thing that came into my head was of Mr Darcy. I smiled picturing Darcy, walking all the way in his tiresome state, smiling. And then as the moment passed I got back to doing the dishes, but then my mind seem to wander again, but this time it wasn't Me Darcy, it was you. I smiled shamelessly imagining you walking, with a pace so gentle yet striking. Your face seem to speak how restless you have been. Your pace grew faster, and I stood still. And as you approached nearer I realised it wasn't you that was rushing, but my heart. Now everything surrounding us was calm, like that of a lake. But my heart seem to be uproarious. You stood, staring right through me. We didn't touch, we didn't talk, we just stood, for afterall this time, we had finally reached the field. And now time would bid bye and eternity would open its doors.

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Of thing yet to happen

Of thing yet to happen

Posted by HIBA on 8:23 AM in

Hard to explain to you my thoughts, I sit with what ever is left of me. It isn't that I am not visible enough to be seen, but your blindness to look me through my eyes, you see my skin and nothing beyond that. We met on a newly paved path of uncertainty, hoping to embark all that comes by, but then we were never what we ought to be I believe, or maybe we were just to happen and then everything held on a pause. I remember how earthly everything felt that day, nothing extraordinary, something that was normal, no butterflies or thunder. And i guess that moment I knew we were to live this life of uncertainty. To be honest I do enjoy all of this. I enjoy making out with you, the warmth you exhale onto me. I enjoy how we learn every new day what we are, a little more of you and me. I enjoy our differences, our own conflicts. You are so simple, yet so full of everything, I am deep yet hollow in many a places. Isn't it beautiful how the universe thought we'd make a great pair?
So with all the uncertainty that lingers I tried talking, my thoughts and my emotions. But you looked at me, a little less of smile flashed across your face, but then it was for a moment's pleasure alone. And then I saw how you didn't understand, how you were completely clueless. We sat on couches in the same room, but our souls were of two different places. The blankness in your words as you replied did hurt, but then dear I couldn't complain. It would be utterly unreasonable to blame you, for you and I are one, but then we are still not.

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