time | Soul of a Gypsy......Welcome to my Journey

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

Will you Tell My Story?

In a book?
In a narration?
In a documentary?
In a poem?
In a movie?
In an act?
In an article?

No.

My story and yours…. is not final,
It is the beginning of a journey to many lands, far, so faraway,
Places so divine that only you and me will know,

Will you Tell My Story?

No.

I am the wind that you breathe,
The heart that beats,
The Love that never ends,
The soul that doesn’t rest .

Will you tell My Story?

No.

There is no story to tell,
Day by day, hour-by-hour you design your life,
You are the story.

Will you tell My Story?

No.

What is to tell?

A story of a beautiful soul, traveling and learning about life and beyond,
A story so divine that only the rare ones will learn,
A story with an open page for equal minds to walk in and share,
A story left blank for you and me to write, what we desire,
A story to paint with musical colors, creating songs of eternal tunes,
A story unlike any other,

Not written,
Not narrated,
Not seen,

A story where you and me live and dance amongst the words of the universe,
A story shining so bright, from the accumulation and synchronicity of our events,
A story of many chapters, yet not one page to tell,

Will you Tell My Story?

No.

Just feel it, with every sign, with every sense, with all your might.