Flutter

I flutter at the thought,

like a butterfly my wings spread and I feel a beauty from within

like a flower I bloom at the sound of love

the breeze on my face

the tingling in my toes

bring on the bells

ring them at will

I will dance to the sound

of a love so rare 

~Hanya~

Beauty

The unruly turf beneath my hair
the grass tickling my neck
the heat on my face 
the copper sulphate blue glaring at me with no crack in sight
why have I neglected myself from the beauties of this world?
the sky
the land
the trees
the grass
preoccupied in a bubble of stress

I allowed myself to forget how Allah has blessed us with this world 

He made beautiful for us this stage upon we all dance to the music of life

swaying left and right oblivious to what we see;

through the gift of sight
through the gift of touch
through the gift of taste
through the gift of sound
through the gift of smell

It took love for me to recognise this beauty and with this love I shall share this beauty.

~Hanya~ 

Mornings

Morning breaks with the sound of the calling

The voice breaks the silence

The sounds of the morning

A stretch here and a twist there

eyes remain closed while treasuring the love

adjusting to the light as the shadows are lifted

craving the touch of what's in offering

no reason to move

no reason to shift

this is it now

this is all I need now

Time is in a hurry 

the clock is ticking

the thought of 'bye'

eats at my being

I could stay this way

forever more

Stay with me forever more

This is it. This is all..........

~Hanya~ 

Love Letters

Wikipedia states - A love letter is a romantic way to express feelings of love in written form. Whether delivered by hand, mail, carrier pigeon, or romantically left in a secret location, the letter may be of anything from a short and simple message of love to a lengthy explanation of feelings. Love letters may 'move through the widest range of emotions, devotion, disappointment, grief and indignation, self-confidence, ambition, impatience, self-reproach and resignation

I once received a love letter when I was 7 years old– it was secretly passed down the row and I unfolded it to find a declaration of love from a boy who I had never noticed – I gave the note to my teacher who in turn reprimanded the little boy for inappropriate behaviour in a classroom – My brother of the age of 10 was then informed of this young boys desire to love his sister and was chased down the road and threatened to be beaten up – young love – the desire to express it – the desire to protect from the one true emotion that should be mandatory for our lives to revolve around.

34 years later consumed by love  I sit here pondering my first love letter – scrawled in a 7 year old's scribbles – how I wish I had returned his gesture and reciprocated his innocence and had promised to love this boy who was brave enough to express – I am still not that brave.

I have lived within a wall and withheld all the letters of love inside with me – I have searched for a purpose but it was not found – I have searched the heights and depths of my own heart but unwillingly resigned to a lie that Love Letters do not exist. Oh to believe such a lie and to not seek out the truth

It has taken me years to stumble across the truth after a lifetime of fumbling in the dark - to see the truth, to feel the truth and to be inundated with letters of love – I will not reject them this time I will not tell the teacher and I will not let the sender be chased down the road – the  love letter will be reciprocated – the love will be returned and the desire to express will be enclosed until each side drops to reveal a love so previous that it will shine through the night.

God Willing

~Hanya~

Flowers

He sent me flowers

A list of words 

Tell the tale of 'flowers'

~Hanya~