Poem: Peace and Harmony

The invisible pain
Building up inside
The tears flowing
Boiling through
The deepest well
Will we ever be?
Known and free
Will we ever know,
peace and harmony?

 

Flowing back and forth
Two sides of a coin
Tides and flows
Moments in time
Just like the whispers,
I call out carefully
In the moonlit night

Peace and love,

Kimmi Madeline


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Travelling is my Drug | Nomadic Traveller

Travel isn’t always pretty. It isn’t always comfortable. Sometimes it hurts, it even breaks your heart. But that’s okay. The journey changes you; it should change you. It leaves marks on your memory, on your consciousness, on your heart, and on your body. You take something with you. Hopefully, you leave something good behind.

– Anthony Bourdain

I can’t seem to help it, this underlying urge to always leave and be on the road to somewhere else. I love the feeling of not belonging to one place, I like belonging to the world. Open. Free. Endless possibilities. I believe it has to do with my two cultures, Swedish and Indian. I love them both, almost equally. Almost. I weigh them back and forth, compare and contrast, which one do I like the most. For the moment.

Being a TCK (third culture kid) or more like a CCK (cross-cultural kid) in my particular case, one will always have to deal with these emotions of not belonging to a certain degree. Rootlessness. Mixed cultural belonging. Struggle to fit in. All of these things are all based in a TCKs/CCKs childhood of being brought up in a mixed cultural environment, where the guidelines of how to deal with it has been missing. Especially during the 90s/00s in Sweden. Growing up in Sweden, in an area where there were no immigrants, has its impact in the long term.

The travelling aspect of my life doesn’t only have to do with physical travelling from one place to another, I am almost always somewhere in a bubble. Typical Pisces behaviour, for those that know astrology. It’s a hard struggle to always remind myself to come back to reality, but when dreaming becomes part of your everyday life to survive, it’s hard to resist. If I knew how to astral travel, I’d be addicted to it. Sounds like such an amazing ability to be able to visit both places and people in all kinds of spaces.

Someone was describing how a TCK walks through life, as if we stand constantly at the airport gate, anxious, waiting for our flight somewhere, walking back and forth until we board our flight. That’s when we calm down and relax, in the window seat of the plane, viewing the endless skies and clouds overlooking everything. That feeling makes me truly feel alive. Never understood why, until I read about being a TCK. Check out my other post on what it is about and my experience up until now, here.

Peace and love,

Kimmi Madeline

Piku|Hindi Movie – My Thoughts

“Apni roots unko agar ukhad do, toh kya bachega..”

– Piku.

I have watched this Hindi film around three times in total. I rarely watch a film more than one time unless it’s a film that has left some impact on me. It’s a very simple film with many layers of importance and deeper meaning that really show when you start looking deeper at what is happening.

The whole aspect of accepting your roots and where you really come from, to be at peace with that is necessary to be able to live a full and complete life. She struggled a lot with the idea whether to keep the house in Calcutta or not when her dad will pass away. When Irfan Khan’s character tells her the sentence that’s written above, which roughly translates to: If you rip out the roots, what will there be left..

I got shivers down my spine, and felt instantly very emotional, because of how I could relate that so well with my relation to India and my roots. I started crying, at first without really knowing why. It’s been a very rocky road to get to this state of mind, for me to accept and be open and fine with being multicultural. Today vs me 10 years ago are entirely different people, and I am so thankful for that. I am ever grateful for being able to say that I enjoy these layers of my roots and accepting them, not ripping them out and hope that there would be something left. I can’t believe how one is suppose to build anything without the roots.

Highly recommend the film to anyone who like an Indian cultural drama which brings up any everyday topics in a both light manner but also to end it with a lot of different emotions. It is truly a roller coaster ride in your inner world, especially if you’re anything like me and have had struggles with acceptance of roots and a mixed background. I do believe that it might only be fully appreciated by someone who understands the quirks of growing up in an entirely Desi environment.

Peace and Love,

Kimmi Madeline

Poems: No more dreams

Dreams are the window to the inner soul

What we really desire and long for

Appear before our eyes in the full moon night

The truth of our inner secrets come clean

In the dawn of light

Closing my eyes to see clearly

The images flash by in an instant

Holding onto the last moments

Lifetimes of love tear me apart

In two pieces

One more raw than the other

Suffocating when I can’t breathe in

The full spectrum of,

Your oxygen.

There is no answer to what I believe

No matter what is being said

Dreams can only tell, in time.

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– Kimmi Madeline

Poem: Coming Home

My journey started where it will end

Oceans and lands away from here

A place I call my real home

Inner dual voices tell me

How to really feel

Letting go of the imaginary world

Float deeper, and deeper

To another dimension

Looking up at the sky

Wondering where we will go

Do we meet after all of this

When the questions have been answered

I have been waiting for this

All of my lifetimes

To finish what I started

The unfinished story

Of another time and age

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– Kimmi Madeline

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 emotions.

⁃ Kimmi Madeline

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Poem: My Lucid Dreams

This void inside

Echo in the hearts

Never forget that,

Despite,

Oceans of lifetimes pass

Home is where,

The Heart will guide you,

Endlessly,

In our lucid dreams.

The mind forgets

Heart always remembers

Past life connections

Losing time and space

In this feeling of trance

No need to let go

Only be one,

Together,

In my lucid dreams.

– Kimmi Madeline

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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

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Can’t Sleep – Above and Beyond

It’s been more than 10 years since I first heard this trance track, back in the days when I got introduced to electronic music by a friend who I don’t know anymore. He introduced me to this track, it’s one of the most beautiful songs that have been with me since then. This song is the reason why most of my posts are scheduled at 4:30 am. 😉
I always come back to listening to these lyrics. Found this acoustic version on Youtube. Enjoy!

Peace and Love,
Kimmi