I’m a bird. A free spirit bird. A nomadic traveller. With a restless soul. I want to fly across the sky Watch the sun rise from the clouds Fly endlessly, Across the country View the world from afar The further I fly The better it feels To let go, Of yesterday Thoughts emerge into one…
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Poem: Dynamic Frequencies
The taste of the air is fresh Crisp and present Breathing in a sense of peace Dreaming of tomorrow Brings my breath to a calm Heart beats as one with you Rising to every step we take Communicating frequencies Travel across the waves The wide ocean of eternity Melt together In our dynamic range of…
Poem: Just Another Day
Sitting here on the edge Heart is skipping a beat Scattered mind, Endless thoughts Of what if, The pain would disappear The heavy weight Drags me down Under the surface Trying to catch a breath Live to see another day. ⁃ Kimmi Madeline Instagram: moon_over_mumbai
Poem: Window to my Soul
They say, eyes are the windows to the soul. Have you, ever seen me clean my windows? Then, how can you have seen my soul – Kimmi Madeline Instagram: moon_over_mumbai
Communication and Connection
In the end it’s the tiny little things that matter for us and makes us feel understood and loved. All we ever want is to be understood I believe. When we’re not getting the response we’re looking for when we tell about our day, about that amazing trip we made or a tiny detail about…
Poem: Floating Dimensions
Should I listen to the voice, Keeps shouting louder, louder Making me feel so weak inside, Until you whisper in my ear, I am always here. I’m floating in the space, Where both our dreams embrace. Dimensions near and far, Appear just like a star. Shining so bright, Through the endless night. ⁃ Niroopinder Instagram:…
Poem: The scent of you
Chasing away the summer days Hope is always making ways. Picking flowers from your garden, Breathing in the scent of you. Cherish each moment of pain. Every droplet. Every tear. Until we meet again. ⁃ Kimmi Madeline ? Instagram: moon_over_mumbai
Poem: One Winter Day
One evening, one winter day When we met years ago. Lucid dreams tell me, Pathways we could go. When space and time align, You would be my sign. – Kimmi Madeline Instagram: moon_over_mumbai
What writing means to me
I write to feel the emotions of the words that are flowing through my fingers. It’s a language I know how to speak, a way of communicating my emotions when my voice is not enough. The rough and deep down buried melancholy can be digged up, word by word, telling a story I cannot speak….
Poem: Suffocated
Poem from: 2009-03-28 Dry as paper Cut it open Dripping out Drops of pain Swallow some air Dry lungs Feel it In the veins Travelling Through body And soul Forever young Forever the same. -Kimmi Madeline Instagram: moon_over_mumbai