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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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