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Tag Archives: love
Oct14
In The Arms Of The Ocean..
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
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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Sep22
The End of a Relationship…
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.
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 ❤️.
May28
Shadows of her Thoughts…
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 seashells
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.
Nov6
Charades of Love…
Watching the sun rays
Shying away
As the dark clouds take over the sky
Time telling me things can never be the same
Those gone moments
Those sobs of pain
The feelings of being let down
Just when material takes over
Love seizes to exist
Once gone its gone forever
What remains are charades of faded memories that beg to be released forever
For the pain of its beauty is excruciating as those hopeful moments will never return… 
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
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?
Apr7
My heart…
Soul of a Gypsy......Welcome to my Journey 