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A Poem. Flirting with Words…
Ever since I can remember, I had a special connection with words. As a child I mastered the art of holding a pen, it was my wand, I felt empowered, happy, free, liberated, every time I wrote. I wrote poems, reflections, visions, stories, I even wrote glimpses of my future. Yes I did. At that time, I had never heard of a dream board.
Although one might argue a future is but a destiny. For me, the future was my destination. I loved mythology, fairy tales, and adventure… so I wrote my future with hope, and lots of expected adventure and learnings, but as a writer, I forgot or maybe I intended to keep an open ending.
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A Beautiful Woman…
A beautiful woman
Words that just relay
is that, every meaning of the word….
A beautiful woman…
As simple as that.
He is…my partner
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 ❤️.
A Love Long Lost…
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
Secrets and Denials
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
Isn’t it dreamy
To reminisce the flavours
Of our words, like a soft wind blowing on our skin, so sincere, so strong
Joining our beating hearts
Combining our separate worlds
Bringing us closer
Creating feelings of comfort and
Sensuality just like lying on soft velvet
Isn’t it dreamy
When our passionate words
Smell like roses
Glistening our eyes with their powerful fragrance
Inviting us to meet through as we gaze at each other from across our distant worlds
Beautiful words caressing us
Warming us like sunshine
Reflecting their radiance on our skin
Our words are unique frequencies
Crashing like waves in our separate universe-s
Echoing soft noise in our close hearts
Whispering to our united souls beautiful notes of adoration
Our words are eternal and so is our love
Isn’t it dreamy
When we miss us
We just know we can touch with our words
Feeling them flow freely in our veins
Reminding us of our old love story
Isn’t it dreamy?
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,
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,
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 “Les 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
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;
The smell of cheese and wine, in that antique Brasserie, at the top of the hill, crowned by the ancient mythical castle,
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,
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?