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Poem: Cotton clouds
Soak up all dreams
Cotton clouds above
Sweet like sugar
Leaves a bitter taste
When they’re gone
Fill the void
The hole in my soul
One by one
Illuminating my aura
Light up my flame
Fill my heart
Every heartbeat
Pumping harder
Just to feel a moment
To feel alivePeace and Love,
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Poem: Azure
I whispered to the universe
I looked near and far
For the ticket
Unlocking the portal to your heart
Losing myself in contemplation
Gaze into the azure
Searching for signs
Floating away
In the clouds aboveExpanding hearts
Beat as one
Illuminating, in flames
One by one
Each element flare up
Light years from here
Beyond earthly delights
No less than an,
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Some Pinterest findings… #poems
These snippets of writing spoke to me while scrolling through Pinterest the other day. I don’t often open that app, but when I do, I love to be engulfed in all writings from different online writers and poets.
/Kimmi
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Poem: Mystery called Life
This dreamlike atmosphere
Hypnotic dimension
Romanticizes, and
Awakens you
From this mad
State of trance
Joining consciousness
Far into the abyss
Far from this mystery
This world we call
Life.Bury all memories
Float away
Like a cloud
Into the ether
Don’t dig deep
Into the past
Of what could have been
Imagine
Create a new dimension
Dream it
into life.Peace and Love,
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Poem: Soul Communication
Our souls communicate
What words cannot describe
Our auras can sense
What language can never obtainKimmi Sandhu
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Poem: Jigsaw Puzzle.
Listen. To the silence.
The space, between souls.
Feel. Beating of the hearts.
Across, space and time.
Between satellites.
We’re transmitting. Emotions.
Feelings of love, pain and hurt.
There is no trust. It’s broken.
Gather up my pieces.
Hand them over, to you.
Just like a jigsaw puzzle.
The healing has begun.
One piece at a time.The people recluse to their spaces.
Time, what is time?
Waiting, endlessly. For an answer.
Someone to hold hostage.
When will they,
Give our freedom back?
Calling out in vain.
Voices heard.
But no one answered.
Not even you.
Swimming backwards.
Blood red sea.
Searching for the shore.
Waiting for the dawn.
Knocking on the door.
Bring me back. To you.Peace and Love,
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Poem: Windows to your Soul
Memories remain
Etched in my brain
The windows to your soul
Looking right through me
Witnessing,
My heart beating in tune
With yoursThe reasons remain
Buried deep inside
No need to speak
No need to explain
To our souls
They already know
Telepathically
Transmitting
Messages of another world
Another universe.Peace and Love,
Kimmi Sandhu
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Roots | Mumbai Diaries
Roots. What a peculiar thing that can affect us so much when we least expect them to. I thought I had worked through a lot of my inner struggles with roots and identity by this age but I was so wrong. Why do I keep coming back to this country, why can’t I let it go? My father left India almost 50 years ago and I as an adult keep coming back as if something is pulling me here. Is there a stronger energy at play here that wants me coming back? What is the purpose of me feeling this way?
There are two days left of my trip and the emotions are already building up, that I am going back and leaving this behind. Once again, just like any other year, I am travelling back to Sweden. My home. Don’t get me wrong, I am very grateful for my life in Sweden and that’s all I have ever known to be my home. But I have never felt that I fully belong there, there’s just that big chunk of both my heart and soul never able to belong to Sweden and it is always left behind in India. I come back to try to find my pieces every year to try to feel whole. I have also started to accept that it might be difficult for anything to ever fill that void of never belonging anywhere. The trick is to find ways to cope with this empty feeling.
When I land in Sweden and travel back to my apartment on the smooth empty highways, it’s always a bittersweet feeling. I feel emotional over the fact that I have left something behind but at the same time I am embracing what is so familiar to me. The life in Sweden. What gets to me each time, is that I notice that my clothes smell like India and the scent of Sweden is so different. The air is much lighter. There are no noises from traffic, no unnecessary honking going on. One would think that it’s something you’d never miss about India, but it’s exactly these things that make India come alive. It’s never sleeping and you learn to be mindful and unbothered by the scents, the noise, the crowd and everything that happens at once. Once you get mindful and one with it all, it creates this feeling of presence and bliss that we have all heard people mesmerised with India talk about. The hippies.
Even right now when I am typing this, I am sitting in my bedroom in our shared flat and the windows are closed. But you can hear everything from the streets four floors down in the middle of the city centre of Colaba, Mumbai. During a few wee hours in the night it goes quiet before the city wakes up to the organised chaos. I am not someone who easily get attached to places, I like to keep my memories of people and places normally and that is what I bring with me everywhere I go. But there has always been something with Mumbai that has pulled me in. I believe it’s the contrast between the rest of India that I’ve seen (which is not much compared to how much is left to see) and the India that exists in Mumbai. There’s a vibe in this town that is hard to match elsewhere. Perhaps I am a romantic Pisces that only likes to focus on these pink cloudy thoughts whenever I describe this town, but I am positive that I am not the only one who thinks this way. Obviously it’s not the jammed traffic, the high air pollution and crowded areas that make you love this city. It’s what language it speaks to you when you listen carefully with your ears and your heart. What is the soul of this place? Does it connect with you? Why?
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Poem: The Other Side
Cleanse my soul
Breathe it in
The essence of life
Immerse me in this love
This flow of energy
That travels through my veins
From red to white
I’m lit up from within
One light bulb after another
Close my eyes to see
You stare into my soul
Through these dimensions
With walls so thick
Where no one has ever been before
You look into my eye
My sixth sense of perception
Tell me it’s alright
Walk with me
Holding my hand
To the other side
Where we would be free
In another world
In another life.Kimmi Sandhu