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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

 

Deafened by Silence…

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When your body is not your body 

When your heart is just an instrument 

When your life is a reminder of regret

When your dreams are disabled visions


When that book of life you wrote when you were just a child became worthless 

When you thought it was all magic

And then as a grown up you realise 

You are just a passer by and all those treasures you thought belonged to you 

They never did


You were alone when the characters of your book emerged, they made you believe and count on them 

But then the truth disclosed otherwise

And the cliche you were so afraid to live insisted to accompany you 

That simply imprisoned you 


For you tried to talk and you tried to change things but you became deafened by the silence and so when the curtain closed and the last chapter tore all you hoped for is to have a better end to conclude the heartache that burdened your living days… 

I dream in gold and I bathe in sunshine I see glitter and sparkles everytime you make me smile …I guess I was caught in my dreamy thoughts for too long, I really long to write that book again 💋

Echoes of the Heart…

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Echoes of the Heart…

They say the heart is where it all begins.

A breath, a beat, a rhythm,

I am talking about passion,

It’s the one magical driver that defies all logic and makes anything happen.

As I face a dilemma of making a decision, and usually I am quick at deciding. However this time, I’m dwelling and delving into an inner debate, while it just takes me one simple thing to start, and that is…focus, that inner voice or ego keeps disturbing my peace, and reminding me of failure, making me hesitant to reach out to my heart and follow my passion once again.

With a heart beat that will be so loud, I will seize to hear the background, I promise myself, so I decided…

I will set my foot to the ground and order this disturbing noise to hush,

I will start making magic again…

It will be a realisation of a vision I had when I was so young and kept telling people about it,

My friend’s recent note that says: “work on your project” just keeps popping up on my screen, is yet another sign that very clearly is in synch with the results of my endeavours and a conclusion to a vicious circle of rejections.

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When the work begins there will be no looking back, the passion and drive will be like there is no tomorrow. I owe this much and more to myself and my loved ones.

Here’s to this not being just another project of mine but this time it will be an echo of my heart, a shoutout to my success and a seal of approval from the universe.

Let the work begin!

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Sudden Silence…

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As I recover from the trauma of my surgery…and as the medicine and anaesthetic starts to subside…I can’t stop thinking of the beautiful lady, the succesful young mother, the beautiful wife, who was next to me…as I hear silence that suddenly refused to lend her peace..an unwanted silence that decided to simply ruin her dream…

A mother of 2 who was full of life, ready to venture with her family into the land of dreams and make a wonderful home far far away…with her suitcases packed, a chapter already closed and a new one ready to begin…life or destiny or an unfortunate event…decided to invade her life and steal it all away, in a second.


I honestly can’t find the word, the meaning, the term, the explanation, it is just a feeling that makes me sick to the gut, as I ask myself why,why,why..???


I lay on my bed, I forget my pain, I forgive, I surrender, knowing that with time I will recover..

Yet, I can’t close my eyes without thinking of the beautiful lady who suffered a stroke, laying there next to me unable to move, unable to talk…my heart is torn and I try to find the words to pray, to find the faith to believe in miracles, they say these do happen and deep inside I want them to.

Beautiful lady, my heart tore to pieces when I saw what you were going through, my tears didn’t stop falling when I heard you cry in pain and saw your family united in prayer and in love for you to heal and recover. You made me forget my pain, you reminded me to overcome my struggle, you gave me courage and reminded me of a powerful feeling that I used to live by…called determination.

They say angels come in many forms at different times and I believe I was not alone in that room and you were not either.

You will make it against all odds, you will defeat the silence and your light will overcome the darkness that has intrusively decided to invade your life…

This is not a poem, this is not a story, this is not a statement or an article or a post…this is a call to the universe..


I cannot forget those 3 days of my life and I will never forget you, I will never forget the beautiful face who was determined to embrace a dream, and got shattered by evil sickness as a result…I will pray for you everyday and will believe a miracle will prevail and this odd chapter in your life will be torn away leaving a new page of endless happy healthy ever afters. 

The Caged Butterfly…

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I was once the queen of the sky
My crown would shine every time I flew up so high
I was once a free butterfly

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I was once part of the colourful gardens
I never imagined I could ever die
My bed was a rose and my perfume the nectar
My light was that ever shining star
I was once part of a magical universe
In its beauty I would immerse

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Until one day, I got captured
My tiny heart got raptured
I was promised love
I was told I will fly freely like a dove
I was promised life
I was promised dreams

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Today I am a caged butterfly
Hopelessly trying to flap my wings again
Tears drop every morning as I know the roses are enjoying the dew of dawn
And I am dying with every drop as it evaporates the land

Yesterday I was a free butterfly
Flapping my wings like there was no tomorrow
Aching with today’s sorrow
Alas, the cage is becoming tighter as my days pass by
I can barely breath or sigh

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And I grow out of that promised love
That took my hope of life
Never tried to reconcile
Helplessly Watching me die

And I wonder, will tomorrow be the last day I bid farewell
Leaving me with only one desire
To forgive my sweet heart that failed me
As I die in peace and enjoy returning to that place I belong
So long, so long to you my caged butterfly.

remember my message

 

Beauty and Beyond—Painting with Words—A Dedication

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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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Honour Your Word…

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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 after reading it I realised 6 years ago I never thought I will publish this with a cause in mind.