A beautiful woman
Words that just relay
is that, every meaning of the word….
A beautiful woman…
As simple as that.
A beautiful woman
Words that just relay
is that, every meaning of the word….
A beautiful woman…
As simple as that.
Listen, but don’t hear
hear but don’t listen
you just took away that glisten from her beautiful eyes
the fields of Lavender
the footprints on the sand
have all become shadows of her thoughts
can it be that life just shut her down
and yet she is holding to that last thread…of hope
dying each day for the universe to hear her call
living with a prayer that this will be her last
a voice that once was the soul of a writer
skin that once was the wings of a butterfly
eyes that once were the twinkle of dawn
a heart that once was a beat of passion
a breath that was every bit of life
a strength that once was, a warrior of love
tormented by reality
darkness takes over
and that light is shutting down
leaving little room for her thoughts to capture her dreams
turning down her hopes and
turning her thoughts into shadows that will soon fade away into that long lost dimension
never to be seen, heard of or felt of anymore
shadows of her thoughts.
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
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 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
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 💋
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.
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.
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?
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 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 another walk down the train station to lift my spirits up
Serenading me with the promises of tomorrow,
Just another meet up at “Le 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 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,
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?
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…
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,
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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, I realised 6 years ago I had never thought I will publish it with such a cause in mind.
From the bed he lays in, unable to move or talk, his eyes say it all. Although I don’t personally know him, however his story is so touching that I have to share it with you. With a will power so strong, and a commitment to life, his mission is to share with us an experience, so different, so humbling and so inspiring. This amazing person is Dr Jamil Zogheib, a very famous Pediatrician who graduated as Medicine Doctor in 1986, and Paediatrician in 1992. He started practicing in 1992. He built his success through his competence in his practice treating children. He also contributed to the development of two, Neonatal Intensive Units (NICU) in Lebanon.
Dr. Zogheib was diagnosed with ALS in 2008 that left him completely confined, unable to move a muscle except his eyes. His determination, and love for life, since his diagnosis, hasn’t stopped him from constantly teaching, inspiring, and motivating people, or from even continuing his practice and following up with his patients through his Facebook page, ensuring his loyal followers get his free professional advice and support. BBC interview with Dr Jamil:
His rock is his beautiful wife whom he calls his guardian angel, and his 3 children, who are his pride and joy.
This piece is a tribute to the amazing person he is, whose will to live and share his experience with us, is beyond what we can imagine. It is true, Dr Jamil Zogheib has been confined; yet, his willpower and his beautiful soul have been traveling far beyond, delivering great expressions, and powerful words written through his eyes, using Tobbi’s Eye Tracker, where he has published 9 books so far, “My Life, My Story”, “ Tips for children Health”, “Memories of a Paralysed”, “Living in Silence and Immobility” to mention some, and conducted seminars worldwide through Skype, and he has also initiated an ALS group in Lebanon to help raise awareness and action to this disease.
He recently requested that his story be told in a documentary ” Jamil a Flying Soul” which was instigated and produced with the support of Mrs Karen Bustany, who according to his words, has made his wish come true, the documentary was produced by the talented Mr. Habr and Mrs. Khoury, the screening was held in NDU (Notre dame university in Lebanon) on 19th December 2014, with the objective of spreading it internationally.
Dr Jamil Zogheib story is beyond phenomenal, it is about celebrating life and overcoming pain and disease, it is about empowerment and love, it is about humanity and spirituality, it is about being a free soul no matter how confined one is, and how malignant a disease can be, it is the story of a hero who is writing “humanity” in a whole new way, overcoming all odds, and in the true essence of the saying, “The eyes are the window to the soul”.
Dr Jamil Zogheib documentary “Jamil a Flying Soul” is expected to go internationally in the hope that it will spread more awareness to ALS, courage, faith, motivation and gratitude to life. To check his pages visit: