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About nadine haddad

I am a traveler in space, searching for the truth, the truth about everything in a world full of clutter, and chaos. The answers I find, are my view of life and of the world. Welcome, to my journey.

The end of a relationship…

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Stories that are close to my heart, and the cause of its failure. We all die one day. I died sooner.

Words that were never meant

Hopes never sent

A glimpse of light

To an overburdened heart

Dreamy like all forms of art

Feelings dismantled by lies

Forbidden to speak except in sighs

Became a life of shadows

Fighting to embrace the light

A desperation to exist

Met by a pleasure to resist

Her breath, her soul, her beauty

Shortsightedness caused such an illusion

Made her suffer

Not allowing a single buffer

Time is the enemy

It took away her life.

Inspired by this article on Medium Daily Digest.

https://link.medium.com/wfR7Vfj4Y9

Dimensions…

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Dimension beyond dimension

There exists a world beyond

I will fear not the end for there will be eternity

No matter how much I miss those gone

I Know that the truth is one

I ask for answers and so does everyone

But dimension after dimension we exist

I long to hold those I miss, to know they are well

They are dimensions beyond and maybe have a better view

I try to look within those dimensions

And all I see is that we are surrounded

By a mystery not a spark of genius can explain

But a hunch, a feeling that is part of a dimension where I exist

It is me in a dimension and them in the next

As I move and ascend I might know

It is but only a world transcending

As i move consciously towards the next

Dimension after dimension I may learn to move to know we are the same in a common world moved by differences perceived by some as unknown but known by some as dimensions beyond dimensions

Sunshine

“In memory of my loved ones who crossed over, who I cherish and long to hold every day and to know they are well even in the beyond”

A Beautiful Woman…

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A beautiful woman

Words that just relay

A quality

A truth

A woman,

is that, every meaning of the word….

A beautiful woman…

As simple as that.

He is…my partner

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I write and i am different..

I am tied to strings, yet,

I am free and happy,

Only when I write…

He is my life, my love and my eternity

He is my soul friend,

Never understood except, when we are together,

He is my everything, my meaning, and my being,

He is my pal, and my partner,

He is my voice, my shadow, my thoughts

He is my pen and I love him ❤️.

Shadows of her Thoughts…

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Listen, but don’t hear
hear but don’t listen
you just took away that glisten from her beautiful eyes

the fields of Lavender
the seashells
the footprints on the sand
have all become shadows of her thoughts

can it be that life just shut her down
and yet she is holding to that last thread…of hope
dying each day for the universe to hear her call
living with a prayer that this will be her last

a voice that once was the soul of a writer
skin that once was the wings of a butterfly
eyes that once were the twinkle of dawn
a heart that once was a beat of passion
a breath that was every bit of life
a strength that once was, a warrior of love
tormented by reality

darkness takes over
and that light is shutting down
leaving little room for her thoughts to capture her dreams
turning down her hopes and
turning her thoughts into shadows that will soon fade away into that long lost dimension
never to be seen, heard of or felt of anymore
shadows of her thoughts.

A Second can Count as a Lifetime…

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Today made me realise how ironic life is, and we all know this is a cliche,

Time is everything when we don’t have much of it, or better yet, time is everything full stop.

I have been sad for a while, life hasn’t been that fair and it’s not something I like talking about, but the people close to me know. I keep reminding myself what a friend told me once, he said my name means “hope” and hope I am every day, every week, every month, every minute and every second. It’s the journey that was drawn for me I guess, and I can but only hope and embrace it as I grow.

Ever since I was a child I was passionate about life, dreaming of love, aiming for success and I was lucky enough-to have realised many of my dreams and passions; but a sudden change happened and my life took a wrong swirl and it had been a challenge ever since. Trying to make sense of my journey, my path, my story, building my strength a challenge after the other. Fighting life discouragement, with my will power, making it worthwhile a day at a time, and this goes on…

When we lose someone we love, we become estranged from life or time, it is beyond shocking, it is devastating, nothing and no one can replace a loved one, no words can heal the loss. Time has so many roles it plays in our lives, be it, intrinsic or extrinsic.

By the intrinsic, I mean feelings, memories, love, everything that makes life feel of essence and by the extrinsic, I mean, the status-quo, managing ones financial and social affairs and what have you of the so called challenges of life.

However, when it’s time to say goodbye what really matters is our soul print in this life, the intrinsic, the memories, how we touched people’s lives, how we made a relative difference in this life, and how we will be remembered.

Today I’m still sad, but I am a bit sadder, to know that time is nothing we own, time is something we owe, and when that last second comes, it is a lifetime.

Mirage

My prayers go to everyone who lost a dear one. May their souls rest in eternal peace.

Bury me in a Library…

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Let me touch the words

George Peabody Library- Baltimore USA

Heal my life with its colourful covers

Smell eternity through its ink

Watch wisdom through the lenses of all those geniuses

Trinity College Library-Dublin Ireland

Authors who print stories that last forever

Generations to recount history, facts, adventure, science, mystery, music 

and love stories

Let me delve into this magical space

Feel this energy as it lifts my spirits up

Real Gabinete Portuguese de Leitura- Rio de Janeiro Brazil

Light reflecting in every corner 

Sending reflections and hints 

Tianjin Binhai Library- Tianjin China

For the visitors and me

Ready to travel as we sit in this sanctuary 

And taste the richest aroma of variable expressions

Bibliotheca del Klementium- Prague

Enriching our souls 

Oh

Bury me in the libraries so I can die richest than rich

Charades of Love…

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Watching the sun rays

Shying away

As the dark clouds take over the sky

Time telling me things can never be the same

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Those gone moments

Those sobs of pain

The feelings of being let down

Just when material takes over

Love seizes to exist

Once gone its gone forever

What remains are charades of faded memories that beg to be released forever

For the pain of its beauty is excruciating as those hopeful moments will never return…

Hope…

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It feels like time has stopped

And the hours are fading

Shadows are what tell

The story of a past and present

Gone forever

What remains is hope for the life after

The moon was Staring…

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I couldn’t help but feel a strong urge to look up as I was engulfed by a strong set of eyes staring at me. That gaze made me so uneasy, there was a kind of magic in the way this energy was traveling. That stare, stirred so many emotions, and memories so here I am passionately sharing the moment….

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Tonight you owned the sky

Tonight you touched my heart

Tonight you whispered to my soul

Tonight you made me dance like that girl who drives the wind crazy

Tonight you reminded me of the promise I made when you were a Super moon

Tonight you reminded me of my love

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Tonight promise me to continue staring and sending your loving light in every corner of our hearts…so that

Tomorrow your gaze will be a passage of feelings I will reminisce and emotions of longing to see you stare at me again

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