in the bible, honey is milk-sweet
amongst lovers, honey is sweet-kiss
from a Mom to a child, it is a sweet-love.
Somewhere in a forlorn corner of a train station, she slouches on the concrete platform floor-tiles to wait for another hour train-arrival; she had missed the last one. Withered like a branch in anticipation of her lover’s reaction on her being late, “ah… he’ll leave me!!!”… and she unknowingly fell asleep yet awoken by a tap on her shoulder, “hi, would you rather take my seat Miss?”, a youthful man, with all his mile-smiles offers. “O, thanks, I’m fine”, yet he is already holding her hands, leading her to his vacant seat. The genesis of love; accident in the midst of despair.
Hana Shishiny, a petal of love, a milk of honey, a sweet kiss, a sweet-love, is from a divine part of Lebanon… her roots, family..surrounding and system of life, grew the enthusiastic desire in her, to seek beauty and perfection. Her innocence filled her with such landscapes of nature… “I am keeping in every step of life; the mountains the Cedars, where I enjoy visiting the areas where Jibran lived during his early days. His first words of wisdom affected me, blew me !” Hana, a heavy reader, Gibran engraved in her the love for purity… where she craves craves craves, traces traces all Gibran’s philosophie about Love. “I am thankful to that part of my life before I got on to the mundane world’s social masks.”
asked about Life: Naked Life is an endless desert of burning sands under a heavy sun of hard inquiries and self-truth searching identity.
asked about Love: Love is the touch of shade, the breeze of Eden, the shelter and the healer when days get unfair __the Balsam when the aching sun engraves our skin with burning scars of unending chaos; the meaningful rising of Hopes when drown in nothingness of losses. It is the beauty of soulfulness rays of moon, the sensuality of storming waves upon the shore and the kind warmth of the caressing tide.
asked about Peace: Peace is the holder of this existence… performing a paradisiac calm and a heavenly atmospheric environment, to keep the equilibrium till the end. In childhood, i used to look around through colours and shapes, lights and shades… painting my dreams.
Hana is an Interior Designer, she aims nothing but more than marvelous ambience; as an artist, her shades of lights and shadows, spell-bound her patrons during her few exhibits; but as a poet, she is a lover __ her poetry-painting: the words, the verses, the languages, silhouette her soul her spirit her emotions her dreams fantasies imaginations, source from some hallucinated realities that come to attain the perfect actuality.
Hana, a Lebanese, experienced the civil war, she didn’t want to leave her country, with the hope of seeing the end of it… the horrors on the streets, the innocent blood staining her beloved Beirut city, while being aware of the politic commercial side of the war wherein the selling and buying prices of arms were discussed while number of victims increased. She had to run out of this inferno … left for Egypt, where she discovered a new her, a self-growth within her, a new perspective of life… a new principles.
Now looking back through the years, her innocence, her dreams… the deceptions the despairs, those black and white canvass of lights and shades, of lightnings and thunderstorms, the thirsty desert’s sands, the rainbows of flooding rain… ahhhh… she poetises. __ade caparas manilah
Do I regret..?
My life is a poem
The muse held the pen
Light couldn’t be forgotten
While Scars keep to sustain
Bleeding in every word
Loving, and healing the pain
New every now and then
There was some mysteries
Some flooding and drenching rain
But river of words keeps flowing
within days that remain
And the poem…. will remain…….
You said in your eyes, i see words
As green as on Cedar’s tree
And hear the chirping birds
Sheltered from snow, loving and free
In those eyes, I hear your loneliness
Telling your nostalgia, for a caressing rain
And million pregnant clouds, holding tears
Of disappointment.. and unforgotten pain
And i hear seagulls, singing in silence
And waves of love with rippling light
The webb and flow of warming tide
All waiting for dawn to come again
On your skin i smell the spring
Of a land forgotten.. Forests and sea
Stream of lost promises
Of you and me
So close your eyes, and back in my arms
Let our love answer your hidden calls
Let the moment hold our untamedness
And wild flowers, will bloom in souls..
By Hana Shishiny
Leaping between magical moments
Words running in front of me
Became again the child of heaven
I joy..I pray ..i wait to see..
The river keeps flowing with time
Muse ripples in glowing shine
My heart is a sailor in loving clime
Intoxicating me a forever wine…
Days scroll toward eternity
My door to escape into fields of freedom..
Beyond a world of banality
To a paradisiac garden where flowers bloom..
Naked Angel with wings of love
Under a sky of raining grace
Snow flakes of blessing from above
Butterfly sucking nectar of life’s face….
By Hana Shishiny
comments by: Dr Jernail S. Aanand
critical analysis by: Prof. Cijo Joseph Chennelil
to follow upon publication