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 ❤️.
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.
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.
My prayers go to everyone who lost a dear one. May their souls rest in eternal peace.
Was it the peaches or the cookies that you liked most?
I know for sure when our eyes met, I found my soul mate, I never knew I can swim in those emotions and carry this love forever.
Photo by Rahul Pandit on Pexels.com
It was painful to leave but life wanted to teach us many lessons and it never seizes to do so. As I grow older I realise you were the only one.
The souvenirs I kept are my treasures, and are the only joy that love brought me. I wanted to know how it felt to be on the other side, but I ended up learning about myself instead. From where I stood, I was marvelled by the most beautiful things I was allowed to explore. A feeling, a time, a place, that existed in the past, I painted it in the present, coloured it with my words and every time I look deep, it transports my heart, flooding it with emotions and my soul, my soul would yearn for us.
Photo by Pixabay on Pexels.com
The jokes, the cookies, the peaches…the books…the words…the thoughtful gestures…
There are memories in our subconscious that can be stirred by beautiful emotions, erupting our hearts into lively emotions,, this might not make sense unless you have been caught by the insanity of love.
Universe, Will you make my heart sing again?
Photo by Pixabay on Pexels.com
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
Watching the sun rays
Shying away
As the dark clouds take over the sky
Time telling me things can never be the same
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… 
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
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….
Photo by samer daboul on Pexels.com
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
Photo by luizclas on Pexels.com
Tonight promise me to continue staring and sending your loving light in every corner of our hearts…so that
Dear memory,
You crossed my mind today.
I smiled, as I remembered how you made me laugh.
My heart sang with joy, when I remembered how you inspired me to create.
I saw you looking at me, those eyes from the past, a stare of respect, a stare of longing, a stare that set me free.
That look, it coloured my world with dreams, with love, with lust, with poems.
You are special.
I miss you, I miss us and I miss the person I was.
I hope life is treating you well. I know it should for you are wise.
Thank you for bringing out the best in me,
Thank you for those colourful memories.
Until we meet again
N
This title had no content for a while
I guess the words were just on hold
Well today they are not
A stab, a word, a secret
All the same
Words have power they say
But deeds are what portray
Your truth that you were denying for so long
Until I lost track of time, lost all consciousness of love and discovered
I died young, I wasted my youth, and got wasted by life…
Time is all we had and excuses, were your alibi
Time is gone and memories of a broken heart remain
It might feel all the same, to you
When it’s late you will wake up and realize
I seized to exist
Soul of a Gypsy......Welcome to my Journey 