متيمة بالصمت


إني متيمة بفكرة الصمت
صمت العالم .. صمت الأشخاص .. صمت الأحبة .. صمت الذات

الصمت هو الرفيق الذي ألجآ إليه
حين تزدحم شرفات الحياة
و يملأ عالمي الضوضاء
ضوضاء مميتة قاتلة
تقتلني من الداخل تارة
و تارة تجمع شتات ذاتي
ذاتي التي أفقدها في ضجيج الناس
ذاتي التي تنسى أن تجدني في زحام الرفقاء
ذاتي التي ترافقني فقط حين يخرس العالم
هذا العالم الذي لا وجود له في مخيلتي

هنا بين طيات شالي البنفسجي
هنا بين قلمي و دفتري
هنا بين راحة يدي التي تحتضن خدي
ها هنا اسدل ستار الحياة عن عيني
هنا اجد ملجئي
هنا اكتب عن مشاعري

في صمت يصم صداه مسمعي
و تنغلق من شدته اعيني
في ضجيج الصمت الأبكم
يرقص قلمي على ورقي
يرسم نقاطا و حروفا و نثرٍ
يسمع له لحن و نغمِ

أبكم الكلام ما اروعه
حين يحكي عبر ابياته
عبر حروفه .. عبر كلماته

يحكي و يصمت ليعذب صمته روحي
أتألم لأكتب عن الصمت فنونٍ

An Assassin’s lover


hessaalbanafsaj:

Hey Guys, i know i have not been posting a lot on my blog lately, but hopefully i am planning to increase the number of my posts soon :) here is the post i participated with in the Untitled Chapters February Red Theme ,,, Hope you Enjoy it

Originally posted on Untitled Chapters:

We are delighted to have Hessa AlBanafsaj ‘s post for 2014 for our Red theme titled “An Assassin’s lover” We hope you enjoy it

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Two White Ghosts


She woke up first, elevated from her body, she hovered above pieces of crystal glass covered in red blood. He woke up next to the Horror of reality; he lifted from his body, to finds his love next to him.

Gravity didn’t play any role here, the laws of physics were mere myths, they were ghosts, now the supernatural is reality.

He floated over to her; they both shared the view of their dead bodies, laying on the pavement, with blue and red lights deafening the living. They see hands touching their paralyzed bodies, lifting, dropping, moving, leaning, men with white coats trying to resurrect the dead with no success.

They stayed there silently seeing the horrified haters who played a prank that went terribly wrong. “We were just joking” one argued, with wet eyes, shivering voice, and regret while being cuffed.

Two white ghosts watched this parade from above.
Two white ghosts learned the irony of life.
One white ghost said i won’t live if you cuff them, jail them or kill them.
The other white ghost said i can’t breathe again even if his time became mine.

Transparent tears flew over her cheek, only his hands could shed them away. He laced her hands, fingers tangled; they flew through the skyline of city lights. He took her high, above to the sky, they pillowed a cloud and he said with love:
“I’ll be here forever; I’ll mend your broken soul. I’ll be here forever; I’ll heal your open wounds. Our souls have left our bodies, we live without these vessels, I’ll share your every moment, I’ll share your every dream.”

He placed a hand on her cheek, and held her hand with the other, he continued to comfort her, with words that didn’t smother:
“We came back to be together, our love is that strong. I’ll protect you from your demons, I’ll share your body’s cold. We’ll stay here forever unseen, we can haunt our enemies, revenge our memories, experience the dark side.”

She felt his hands closing her eye lids, as tears flew like waterfalls, he came closer whispering with cold breeze, words that touched her heart:
“Don’t shed your tears my baby, we don’t need our bodies anymore. We don’t need these sacks of flesh and blood, we don’t desire mortality. We can fly, dive, travel in disguise, we can wonder old streets. We can laugh together, love forever, fearless & free.”

He felt her finger on his lips, her first touch of a ghost; he heard her voice telling him what she finally thought:
“We belong in heaven, the land of forever, that’s our home. We don’t need these hollow hearts, these fake smiles, these stereotypical racist, sexist, double faced antagonists. We can live purely, just two white ghosts, no masks to be worn, no games to be won.”

Echo of a shadow


hessaalbanafsaj:

I would like to share with you a short story i wrote for the twisted fairy tale theme of the untitled chapters website. I choose to twist an Emirati Fairy tale of (Umm Al Duwais). Hope all of you enjoy it :)

Originally posted on Untitled Chapters:

We are estatic to post  Hessa AlBanafsaj ‘s submission for our Twisted Fairy tales theme. Her submission is inspired from the Emirati fairy tale of Um El Duwais. We hope you enjoy it

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Lipsticks on Mugs


“Moving on and embracing change is a vital rule in life. I am embracing a new change and will be moving on leaving some of my best colleagues behind. This is the just the different feelings and the little things am gonna miss about them.”

Lipsticks on mugs & Smoke of incense
Smudges of makeups & And touches of friends

Stuck together within 4 walls
Laughter, tears, and argues of old
We were as delicate as Paper Mache
Easily mended in an artistic way

Scents of perfumes in corridors
Merriment & Misery, we share them all
I will reminisce these heavenly times
In my memories I’ll crown them mine

Oh how fast time went by
Almost like a roller-coaster ride
We started slow, we climbed up high
In hoops and circles we said goodbyes

And before we know it, it all came to an end
As if it never happened” we said within
All is left of those memories dense
Are Lipsticks on mugs & Smoke of incense