• Dreams,  Thoughts

    Memories and Connections – Lost forever?

    The connection and understanding between two people can only ever be known by those two persons. I have contemplated over the memories and shared moments between two people, what happens to them over time? What happens if one passes away, do the memories die with them? What happens if one loses the memory? Where do they go? Do the memories even make sense to anyone else but to the people sharing them? Is that the reason why we would want to create art and creations to capture the soul of the people around us? To honour the connections between souls. I don’t know. I just know that I cherish each moment with every single soul in my life that I share a pure connection with, and I hope that we are able to hold on to the memories the day they’re only left with one soul.

    Photos, Album, Old, Photo Album, Photographer, Memory

  • Poetry,  Writing

    Poem: Flames

    Close my eyes
    Shivers spread down my spine
    All hair rise across my body
    Gust of air enters the room
    I feel alive in every inch
    Vibration from top to toe
    Dream has transmitted
    Through the universe

    Source of life
    Reuniting with spirit
    I am the moon
    You are the sun
    So hard to reach
    So hard to touch
    One mystical creature
    In two different spheres

    Oxygen fills me up
    Heart is beating louder
    Won’t let me sleep at night
    I’ll lay awake in bed
    Thoughts begin to wander
    Asking for some answers
    Why the flames are burning
    In a destination
    Far away from home
    Light years from us.

    Fire, Match, Smoke, Flame, Burn, Burning, Incandescent
  • Dreams,  Personal

    An entry from my dream journal

    April, 2019.

    I was at an amusement park in a ride where a father is sitting with his daughter who is next to me. They are having a conversation in a language I think I understand. But when he talks I don’t really get it, only when the daughter replies in the cutest Hindi/Punjabi I can understand. So I ask the father what they speak, then he replies to me in Hindi. I explain that I don’t understand it so well, only when she talks. In the background of the dream music is playing, it’s Vivaldi with Four seasons, but it’s played in a very Indian way so I feel that it’s representing yoga and spiritual music in the dream. Then all of a sudden my sister and my cousin comes by and says they’ve hurt themselves somewhere while riding something in the park. But they leave just as fast as they come by. I still sit there with the girl and continues my conversation.
    When I woke up, I realised that I’m that girl. Confused in between the western and Indian world.

    Kimmi Sandhu

  • Dreams,  Inspiration,  Thoughts,  travel

    I am in Love | Mumbai Diaries

    If there are any places that could seduce you with their vibe and attractiveness, it would be Mumbai. I am in love with this town, more than ever before. I feel like a hummingbird flying freely around in this mad town; the place where everyone is equally longing for this escapist feeling. It’s hard to describe it to anyone who isn’t feeling this either. You will either love it or dislike it here. The smell, the noises, the rush, the heat and the amount of people everywhere. The pathway along Marine Drive is crazy in the evenings and the vibe is so hard to find elsewhere. Sitting by the water and seeing the skyline is magical. I don’t know why it is, but I feel like it is a place like home. The people who know me well knows how hard it is to feel at home somewhere, it’s rare.

    To be continued…

    Peace and Love,
    Kimmi Sandhu

  • Poetry,  Writing

    Poem: Butterfly Wings

    Breathing in deep
    Filling up the lungs
    Crispy winter air
    The ground is covered
    In white feathery snow
    Each breath
    Every step
    Moves me closer
    To running away
    From here.

    The endless wandering
    With every teardrop
    Every drop of blood
    Stop and wait
    Until the moment
    Pass you by
    Wait, until
    There is no tomorrow.

    Fly to the moon
    Only with my,
    Butterfly wings
    The space between
    You and me
    Ddissolves for every moment
    Every year
    We walk on this earth,
    Apart.

    Peace and love,

    Kimmi Sandhu

  • Poetry

    Poem: Pieces

    There are pieces I have gathered,
    Tiny little memories,
    Of every word you’ve ever spoken,
    Created all these melodies,
    Endless tunes and symphonies,
    Since the day I met you
    They’re residing in my soul.

    Where would I begin, to describe,
    The sheer impact you’ve had,
    One whisper turned louder,
    From each, you made me grow.

    Imagine what is real,
    Through cosmic spaces,
    Galaxies and distance,
    Where do you go from here.

    Crushing boundary and notions
    Stepping into,
    The haven of our dreams,
    I can’t help but to notice,
    How close you are to me.

    ~ Kimmi Sandhu