World of Words

Monday, December 26, 2022

Soul Sucking Healing.

Posted by HIBA on 11:17 PM in

The winter is seeping into my skin

And as everyday brings a new beginning, a little of your presence seem to freeze.

The universe calls it healing and moving on.

I find it brutally sucking the life within and building a grave.

For you are a distanced memory, or that's what they say.

Hard to believe, when even the faintest of consciousness revolves around your being.

Sunday, October 16, 2022

A woman

Posted by HIBA on 3:48 PM in

I am a woman.

A creation destined to create.

Magic with my hands that weave a poem and a sock.

Love with my eyes that seeps in your grief and ecstasy.

Life with my womb and heart that gives you a title or terror.

Songs with my tongue that surrenders your cruelty or boasts your justice.

Memories with my shadow that you fret at or yearn.

Contentment with my mind that intimidates or indulges your conversation.

But first, a soul that submits to your Creator and nothing else.

A woman, the Creator blessed to share a lil of the journey of creating.

Friday, October 14, 2022

A man in a casket

Posted by HIBA on 11:50 PM in

Do you chose blindness as a curtain for that unbreakable heart of yours?

Or are you delusional to believe that you are not manly enough to own a vulnerable heart?

What has mirrors spoken to you so terribly that you often mask your sensitivity?

Or are you a coward to embrace arrogance as your armour?

Oh amor, let me hold you, and witness how there is nothing but a soul that rests in a casket that's carved by the mass.

While within rests a feather felt flesh that beats intensely while hugging a soul that was blown in by the Gentle and the Elegant.

(The image is of a collegue of mine and a beautiful picture captured by another collegue which i found to be so gentle and nice that it turned to be a muse for this poem.)

Wednesday, October 5, 2022

A poem. (It was hard)

Posted by HIBA on 11:52 PM in

Monday, May 16, 2022

Heavenly Way

Posted by HIBA on 12:30 PM in

In Your Abode there's a secret space.

A safe opened to the lovers of submission.

Guide me to Your blessings,

In between my weeps and wounds.

Let them tear and bleed,

Paving that heavenly way,

Oh, that of Siraathal Mustaqeem.

Image from Wildvibes Wayanad, Kerala

Sunday, May 8, 2022

Senses and Silences.

Posted by HIBA on 3:34 PM in

Love has no language.

But, it does have senses to it.

An embrace, erupts the skins.

A kiss sweetens the lips.

A glance mesmerises the eyes.

A gasp, melody to the ears.

And the lover's drips, intoxicating.

Amidst all, the beauty of silence,

a warmth to the soul.

Saturday, April 16, 2022

Our Eden (In a Fantasy)

Posted by HIBA on 9:39 PM in

In between the chaos of the world,

I walked into this garden.

Amidst flowers that bloomed and butterflies that fluttered,

My withering wilderness found an abode.

An eden you had made,

Your chest, my bed

Your shoulder, my shade

Your words, my root.

And so i grew, so did my wild flowers.

We crept and entangled as one, and so the garden prospered.

Alas satan whispered a song

And a storm of envy came by.

You were mute and i uprooted.

Left to wither, caressed by your memory.