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?
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
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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Dimension beyond dimension
There exists a world beyond
I will fear not the end for there will be eternity
No matter how much I miss those gone
I Know that the truth is one
I ask for answers and so does everyone
But dimension after dimension we exist
I long to hold those I miss, to know they are well
They are dimensions beyond and maybe have a better view
I try to look within those dimensions
And all I see is that we are surrounded
By a mystery not a spark of genius can explain
But a hunch, a feeling that is part of a dimension where I exist
It is me in a dimension and them in the next
As I move and ascend I might know
It is but only a world transcending
As I move consciously towards the next
Dimension after dimension I may learn to navigate, discovering that we exist in a common world moved by differences, perceived by some as unknown, but known by some as dimensions beyond dimensions
“In memory of my loved ones who crossed over, who I cherish and long to hold every day and to know they are well even in the beyond”
Let me touch the words
Heal my life with its colourful covers
Smell eternity through its ink
Watch wisdom through the lenses of all those geniuses
Authors who print stories that last forever
Generations to recount history, facts, adventure, science, mystery, music
and love stories
Let me delve into this magical space
Feel this energy as it lifts my spirits up
Light reflecting in every corner
Sending reflections and hints
For the visitors and me
Ready to travel as we sit in this sanctuary
And taste the richest aroma of variable expressions
Enriching our souls
Bury me in the libraries so I can die richest than rich
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
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?
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,
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.
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?
Emotions running through my mind,
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,
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.