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Tag Archives: Arts
Mar31
Full Stop…
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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Aug23
A Beautiful Woman…
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.
Jun28
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 ❤️.
Jun23
A Love Long Lost…
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
May20
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
Dec29
Flirting…with words
Isn’t it dreamy
To reminisce the flavours
Of our words, like a soft wind blowing on our skin, so sincere, so strong
Melting deeply
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?
Oct15
The Artist…
Fascinated, mesmerised, enchanted, dreamy
I am
Your colours, your music, your poems, your words, your lyrics
Touch my heart and carry me away
I am
Bewildered in this passion
I notice you alright in your silence, in your overpowering beauty
You are
The artist
Mar22
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…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,
Just a short break at my favourite bakery
Enjoying that smell of freshly baked breads and savouries,
fairy dusts and chocolate magic neuchatel
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?
Feb27
Honour Your Word…
He told her lets make a promise that both of us will never break…and break he did of every part of her heart. They were young and so in love. But it is true when they say time changes everything and every one. So here is the story of a gypsy traveling in time…
During one of my Gypsy soul travels, I had landed in a place where my intuition, my gut feelings got impeded in a masquerade, and as I was enjoying the party, the dress ups, the music, the glitter, the dancing, I couldn’t make up at that time, the show was just a “bal masqué” and the lesson I learnt later on, it was just a dress up party, that I took too seriously and believed those characters behind the masks… anyways, seems like everyone had taken their part too seriously as well, and so cheers to them!
Life should go on I tell myself as I have to mend that gypsy heart of mine with every dawn, convinced that this too shall pass,
“Just dance with the music, enjoy the masquerade, honour your mask, for masks, just like words will fall off one day and will uncover what lies behind”.
Honour your word, for what do you get to lose? You might have thought that it is just a word, right?
A word you said, a promise you made, a hug you gave, a time you spent, a moment you shared, a hand you shook, can not be long forgotten, even if you might think so, or you might want to believe or make believe,
Don’t play the double standard game, it will come back to haunt you…wherever you are in life, a day will come and you will realise, this mask you had on, this act you put, is short lived,
You might have underestimated that person because you thought less of them, blinded by your ego and by your indifference, 
That day, when you ignored, became cold, pretended you never said what you said, or intended what you said…
Words have memories you see…they get engraved in the universe, they fly in the air, they travel in space,
Words have power you see…they echo in the past, they shine in the moment and they travel in the future, then they flow back at you in the now, no matter when now will be…
Words are magic codes driven by intention, so say what you mean and mean what you say…words are like a boomerang,
Words are colour, words are sound, words are emotion, words are truth, words are real, words are passion, words are love…
Words are vibrations, so strong they can even change the shape of a snow flake,
Words are beautiful, sacred transactions, make them blessed, by the simple act of honouring your word.
This post was written 6 years ago and was never published the context was different. But since this topic is universal, I realised 6 years ago I had never thought I will publish it with such a cause in mind.
Soul of a Gypsy......Welcome to my Journey 