Hymn of Life…


I decided to make peace.

While I enjoyed memories of the past,

I looked forward to the future,

Something about the present kept telling me this will pass,

Glimpses of the past and

Dreams of the future made me hold on…

Hold on I did, but they fooled me,

I was just stuck,

It was such a haze,

A complete illusion.

There needs to be more to it than just such days.

Will this ever end?

A hymn of life,

A hum of destiny,

A painting so old,

Yet some luster of gold,

Leaving a promise of a story,

Painted in the past,

Colored with our presence,

Speaking to us in its glory,

Reflecting our time tomorrow.

Will our perception change,

If we make peace?

Silent Words…

Silent Words…

Emotions running through my mind,

Words I pronounced but not a soul would hear,

My heart tore, when with all I said,

the answer I got, was,

An indifferent stare.

I cried, I screamed, I knelt, I prayed, I surrendered,

And not a soul did hear,

The promise I made to myself,

I let me down.

My tears, as they fall down my face,

Are filled with regrets, for

I couldn’t save,

That oath I made,

To myself…

Those silent words, echo an undesirable destiny, a bitterness, of a crying soul,

Life, it let me down.

As time goes by,

I count my years,

Such days that I dread with every dawn,

And abhor with every sunset,

Have become a sign.

I am drowning in quick sand,

Those days passed by,

Before my eyes,

Forever gone, and,

All I got was a stare,

There’s no looking back.



Caught between two worlds,

Torn between a present and a past,

Holding on to memories like they were today,

Struggling with the present as its promises fade,

Wanting to live the moment and make it worthwhile,

But my dreams are overwhelming, and I find myself,

Embracing the future with visions of illusion.

Distracted by these two dimensions,

I find myself wanting today and longing for tomorrow,

It’s just a mirage. 

None of them are existing.

It’s better to feel the dream, than to taste, the unclear reality.

It’s just a mirage…



When The Music Starts…

When The Music Starts…

My heart sings!

My life beats with happiness…

My senses are overwhelmed with joy,

My existence, suddenly makes so much sense,

My reason to be, me.

I miss you.

So far apart, 

We have been destined

To meet once,

To fall in love,

To see ourselves in each other’s eyes…

To turn the desert into an ocean,

To swim with our emotions,

To pray and to find out,

We were together in the past.

We are years apart, and memories have faded,

Yet those sparks of love, remind us,

That we once existed, together.

Lovers, oceans apart,

And we met only once.

When the music starts-

I miss you.

Smiles and butterflies

Tomorrow is a new day

Oh Soul 

Oh Soul 

“Oh soul,you worry too much.

You have seen your own strength.

You have seen your own beauty.

You have seen your golden wings.

Of anything less,

why do you worry?

You are in truth

the soul, of the soul, of the soul.”

~ Rumi 

Note to self…


Note to self: when hours seem like years…when years become long lost…when youth never mattered…when the vicious circle never broke…do you give up or give in? So ironical isn’t it? 

Once Upon a Time…


Not so long ago, seems like a place so far away
We were us and time seemed to be eternal


Once upon a time, our laughs, our joy echoed so high that the clouds fled fast to make way for the sun

Once upon a time, love had a different meaning, it felt so beautiful, so liberating, today it is just an illusion


 Once upon a time our whispers were so gentle that the spring breeze was jealous, our thoughts collided in unity, our pain eased when we shared

Once upon a time, our smiles were so genuine that our hearts danced with delight


 Once upon a time we were not afraid to speak our minds and share our love, today we only dare hide behind the masked truth, this life of denial oh so painful, oh so limiting, oh it is slowly stealing my life breath after breath…

Once upon a time, life was all smiles, joy and adventure

Once upon a time was a gift, stolen today leaving behind fading memories and hope that seems so far away. 

Once upon a time. 

Look Out of the Window…


Look out of the window
What do you see?
look out of the window
A painting
That changes with the moods
Reflecting the colors of the season
Warming my soul with its beauty
A piece of heaven
That beats with my breath
old window
Look out of the window
What do you see?
An eye that tells the sun
To keep the light
A shadow that calls the sky
Asking for her warmth
A butterfly caged in the meadows
Longing for her love to set her free

Portrait of a real woman

Look out of the window
What do you see?
A moon casting her enigmatic light

moonlight over the mountain

The moonlight casting her enigmatic light

Across the mountains, highlighting the snow peaks
Kissing my heart with her magic lips
Touching my skin with her silky fingers

Look out of the window
What do you see?
A reflection of me
A shadow of my present



A horizon of my future
Getting coloured by my dreams

Look out of the window
And see…

Stepping out of Time

Stepping out of Time

Just another sip and things will turn around,
Waiting at the corner, for your shadow to appear
To tell me the story of your adventure,

A step out of time...

A step out of time…wondering…

Just another walk in the old pebbled street
Watching those artists colour the atmosphere with their originality,

Just another peek at the window of that chocolate shop, with its lustrous chandelier splashing magical rainbow light and fairy dust that smells like vanilla and pink roses, all over
Admiring those beautiful miniature artisans that will melt in my mouth,

chocolate shop

fairy dust and chocolate magic shop

Just a short break at my favourite bakery
Enjoying that smell of freshly baked breads and savouries,

Just another walk down the train station to lift my spirits up
Serenading me with the promises of tomorrow,


Just another meet up at “Le Cafes des Artistes”
Savouring the beautiful aromas of coffee and hot chocolate as their steam dance on the rim of our cups like floating ballerinas, and let us not forget that last bite of quiche Lorraine, so splendid, so tasty, simply made with love by a third generation of chefs

coffee dancing steam

coffee dancing steam

As I walk up the pavement, taken aback by the sculptures and history of this magnificent place, hold on….
Just another window-shopping at my favourite local watchmaker and famous Jeweller,
Dwelling into the sparkles of such beauties, those watches each telling a time of its own character,

As I reach the top of that mosaic painted street, I am met with old friends;

mosaic colored street

mosaic colored street

The smell of cheese and wine, in that antique Brasserie, at the top of the hill, crowned by the ancient mythical castle,

antique Bistro

antique Brasserie

Inviting us to sit and enjoy that mesmerising ambience, sipping away, in our conversation,
Our voices get louder with enthusiasm, as we share our stories from across the seas and get taken aback in time,

wine and cheese

wine and cheese

Such a wonderful moment to reminisce, unforgettable memories, beating with life, stimulating all my senses,
Designing my future with grand anticipation,


For, how often can one step out of time, to enjoy, time in its purest essence and enliven each and every bit of his being?

empty cup of coffee

stepping out of time…

Beauty and Beyond—Painting with Words—A Dedication

Beauty and Beyond—Painting with Words—A Dedication

I am sharing a post I wrote last year, to celebrate International Women’s day. Thank you to all those women who made a difference in my life and continue to do so…

Soul of a Gypsy......Welcome to my Journey

I usually close my eyes and words start flowing through my fingers like magic. This time around, the topic is very precious that my words are being weighed in divinity before I type. This topic is fragile and close to my heart, so writing this requires a lot of consideration as it concerns, the most precious, beautiful, gifted, considerate, delicate, yet powerful beings I have encountered in my journey so far. “They are real women who touched my life .” And so, let us listen to what I have to say and what will come out from my Gypsy Soul.

A dignified image, a portrait of colors,
Scents of courage that feed the senses,
A gentle warrior, armed with words of wisdom,
You are the representation of beauty, a woman who stands by her own word,
A magnificent light, an embodiment of zen, a force of nature,

Portrait of a real woman Portrait of…

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