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Blossom…A Wish

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https://medium.com/the-poetry-hub/blossom-632e7a62e4af

Living Matters…

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A never ending story of bad against good, of wars and hunger, of inflation and disasters, of disease and infections, of man made bankruptcies . When will this end?

The Superpower Designer and Me

History books promised an end to humanity’s misery, and people are still awaiting. Generation after generation, time after time, centuries pass and they are all still awaiting peace and answers.

Different stories, different times, yet the same ill results. Will this darkness ever come to an end?

I watched a movie the other day and it really stirred up a lot of emotions, when a little girl asked her mother, “why us? why isn’t everyone effected the same way? Why do we as a family have to suffer more?”. If only her mother knew what the answer to that deep question was. That was a little girl asking the universe for a fair chance of living. She just wanted to enjoy her childhood, eat that ice cream, buy that toy, wear those warm clothes, go to that school, live in that safe neighborhood,, So if the universe is here to answer people’s deepest desires and manifest them in life…why is the universe open to hear some desires and others not? In some cases, a whole nation that is under tyranny is praying, fighting, passionately demanding universal rights, the freedom to live, all in one voice and the universe ironically manifests into pressuring them to give up? Again another question comes to mind if the universe works on Karma why then isn’t karma working on the bad people? Why?

Freedom to live must not be mandated by a denomination, or sect or credited by another entity, freedom to live is as holy as the earth rotating and the movement of the universe in their own right.

Tell me universe, isn’t it getting boring seeing more sadness in the world? Isn’t it time to change and start answering more of peoples’ prayers and making faith stand on a stronger ground? Moving mountains, is what we were told, a grain of mustard we were told, isn’t it time to make this happen? Why does it have to take long, just like any person who lived on this earth we were taught that life is a cycle, and we usually believe in the wisdom of our ancestors and our seniors, and some of my close family members who are not with us anymore today, just a year ago, believed that things will get better, things will turnaround, this dark cloud will not last, and guess what they left us, and they were still holding onto those beliefs. They might be in a better place, but when I think of them and hear their faithful words and hopefulness, I get upset again, they didn’t leave this world a better place, it is getting darker by the day, hopeless by the hour. This is not news, this is data. Numbers don’t lie. Do these words make sense to you? Inflation, disease, wars, joblessness, poverty.

And then I want to simplify and justify their beliefs, by looking at it from a magnifying glass, and trying to interpret the big picture from the stance we are at, I will not call it living, because we are visitors and we will transition anytime. Living is meant to be limitless, eternal and unmanaged by another human but a super powerful power that transcends the earth, the universe and all beings. I like to define it all as follows:

Designed to function in a very mystical way, the universe.

Designed to make the earth function in service of living beings, the seasons.

Designed to create balance in the oxygen that we breath, the Flaura and fauna.

Designed to ensure gravity is maintained the ebb and flow

Designed to protect it all, human

The Designer, The Universe, God

In The Arms Of The Ocean..

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In the arms of the ocean

I want to be…

Denied love and passion 

My heart stopped beating

Ever since promises he never made real

We were young, and all I saw in his eyes were dreams and visions of love stories of togetherness

Time proved to me it was all an illusion

And as I looked closer

I realised how indifferent he became

And so,

Every year I died a bit more,

And how much more can one die?

Imprisoned in a life without love or passion

In a denial

Is a simple insult to life, to dreams, shattered as days passed by

In the arms of the ocean

I want to be

Embraced forever

Promised a horizon of eternity

Never let down by its ebb and flo

Not even, when the moon is full and her waves shaketh our living souls

Her light will be my hope

In the arms of the ocean, I will, I will be alive, in love, and forever happy in his arms

 

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Full Stop…

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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.

Please visit My other blog viewsandreviews.me to read more.

https://viewsandreviews.me/2021/03/31/full-stop/

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

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.

A Love Long Lost…

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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

Secrets and Denials

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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

Flirting…with words

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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?

The Artist…

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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