World of Words

Friday, December 31, 2021

Kisses From the East Wind.

Posted by HIBA on 3:44 PM in

The wind came from the east today,carrying tears of my lover.A letter, calling me to our abode.The ship has left, so did the last bus.How do I return to a land,so foreign to me?Your memories are distant,so is your name.Then the musky wind kissed my nose,and I travelled time....

Sunday, December 26, 2021

Lessons Learnt In A Dream

Posted by HIBA on 5:44 PM in

Summoning me in Your miraclesEvery slumber You take me on a journey.Today was a path towards Time.A precious creation often looked down on.You who created all that's creating.You who lives beyond all the life.You've been kind than kindness definedLightly in my subconscious teaching me.So I woke up hastily, from...

Saturday, December 25, 2021

Abode

Posted by HIBA on 12:08 PM in

Amidst the temporal bliss this world has cursed and blessed me, there was a yearning erupting inside me.To look for a home, like a fool. And then You, i stumbled upon my journey. You took hold of my soul, shaking it. I felt my sins falling apart.Holding, You close, i wished...

Wednesday, December 22, 2021

A Wail The Wind Carried.

Posted by HIBA on 7:52 PM in

What does one do with all this love they hold?I've drank enough from it, oh beloved!Which mountains have captured you?Which roads have blocked you?Which hands have caged you?Your absence leaves me with a burdened bosom.Walking I wait, running I yearn.Embrace this insane heart you possess.I am exhausted of holding...

Sunday, December 19, 2021

Sinful Love

Posted by HIBA on 3:09 PM in #prose,

What is it that is so sinning about love that it hurts? She asked of a tone more like a mere whisper.It isn't love that's sinning, it's the lover or the act of love. We tend to expect, and that's the first error a human does when they love. Then...

Saturday, December 18, 2021

Eyes

Posted by HIBA on 2:21 AM in poem,

They speak a language, quite unheard. Her eyes, deep in them captured are stories of souls broken.They'd glance at you and make you want to express the unfelt in the most vulnerable way.They are mirrored reflection of what you are, what you mean to her. They are poetry with the...

Friday, December 17, 2021

Humility

Posted by HIBA on 3:10 PM in

A tiny speck of ink blot on the corner,the writer's furious expressions.A splash of paint that fell on the floor,As an artist agressively articulated an art.I am the nothingness that was born.A catalyst between the maker and made.A bridge between the seeker and seen.A tiny particle lost, so...

Monday, December 13, 2021

Art.

Posted by HIBA on 1:05 PM in poems, prose,

Sometimes you find yourself transported into another universe. Your thoughts seem to flow like a river, shrinking your ego amidst the splashes of colors. Art has a gracefully rebellious way of making one humble. You stare at them and wander to different lanes of emotions. You are curious...