Poem: Lifetime of emotion

I’m wide awake and dreaming
It’s 4.30 am and you’re sleeping
World is spinning ’round
In my lucid dream
I can hear your voice
Calling out my name
One last time.

In this endless moonless night
Where dreams have stopped
Eyes wide open
Longing for relief
Open wounds in my soul
Will they ever melt away?

Overcome and overrun
By memory of forgotten pain
Drowning, in a never-ending ocean
Tears shed, for a lifetime of emotion
Always here, always near.

Peace and Love,
Kimmi Madeline

“I own my story. No one else”

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Poem: In the vaccum of truth

Poem from: unknown date in 2010.

There is a flow of emotions
Floating through the room
In the vaccum of truth,
A moment of silence
Where there is no suffering
And the air is clear and light
I still walk around with this halo
On top of my head
Since the day I found purpose,
Since the day I found you

-Kimmi Madeline

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Poem: Bittersweet Love Story

Poem from: 2012-02-05

The heart is breathing again
My lungs are pumping again
I can sense a scent of joy
When your face is in the reach
Filling me; piece by piece
Reminding me; day by day
How loving it is
to have you near
A touch of love
is all so dear

Warm tingling feeling
It’s taking over me
Beats synchronize
to the harmony
of love and peace
They tune in for
Days to come
Nights to feel
A bittersweet love story

-Kimmi Madeline

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Mumbai Dreams…

It’s been 2 ½ weeks since we came back from India this time around. The India fever has been running high ever since I came back home, been binge-watching Hindi films during these past few weeks to try to grasp for the last few straws of India that I had left in me from the trip. Why do I feel this way these days? Am I making up for all those years when I didn’t feel that I belonged neither here or there? Am I getting more sentimental with time, more than I already am? I don’t have an answer to all these questions, all I know is that writing has been my only saviour; it helps me cope with my complicated and scattered emotions about belonging.

I just started reading the book The Namesake by Jhumpa Lahiri and have also watched the film by Mira Nair based on the same novel. That film hit a spot in my heart and I can’t help but to cry tears of recognition and melancholy. The pain and the suffering is too close to heart. Writing these words after watching the film, aren’t written without a tear in my eyes. At least they clean the vision and hopefully I can see clearly now what I have long wanted to see. Me and who I truly am. There’s never been a need to pretend but I didn’t realise that when I was younger. You don’t have to try to fit in when you know you don’t. Being unique is what is best.

Ever since the second day of visiting Mumbai in November, I knew that I had found my missing piece of inspiration. My long lost inspiration for writing my story, my book. I found it again, in the heart of Mumbai. I could see the waves coming into the shore and we were driving by the south side of Mumbai, feeling the breeze from the opened window. My hair was getting messy in the wind, but I didn’t mind at all, I felt at peace. I knew I had found my way back, to my core. I think that’s why I have had my “identity crisis” with the endless watching of Hindi films, trying to see if I can relate to any of it. I don’t feel the need to relate anymore, I already know what was missing all along. My acceptance.

Peace and Love,
Kimmi Niroopinder Madeline

Poem: Creatures of the sea.

Poem: Creatures of the sea.

fishes in the sea

One thought. One dream. One soul.
You can hear my voice
Deep within my soul
Calling out your name
Swimming to the shore
We are together. As one.

Oceans apart,
You can still hear me
Words are drowning in,
Telepathic waves,
My heart is yearning for
Peace of mind.

Connecting spirits
No matter the distance
No matter the time
We are always aligned
Truly divine

Creatures of the sea.

Memories – Known or Forgotten

Jag måste få skriva ner lite tankar som dök upp medans Jonas Hassan Khemiri nämnde en sak på TV. Om en människa är vilsen eller förlorad, och inte har så många minnen kvar, skulle det synas på en kroppsscanning? Existerar minnen endast i min hjärna eller delar man minnen på en annan dimensionen med den man skapade minnena med? Om den person man skapat minnen med, inte existerar längre, försvinner även de minnena eftersom man är ensam om de nu?

/ Kimmi Madeline

Poem: Memories Broken

Fragments of images
Floating in my head
Were they real or were they false?
Moments lost and never found
Can we really ever tell
Broken memories from our dreams

Pieces of a puzzle
Missing pieces to be found
Digging for the answers
Shuffle pieces back together
Curing this amnesia
Memories have been found

In another dimension
We will meet again
Our pieces of the puzzle
Will find their way back
Passing on the memories
To the eternal side

Peace and Love,
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Unstructured Chaos

Everyday is a chaotic day in my head.
I have forgotten how to write the pain away.
Some days are more floating than others.
The memories float together in my mind,
condense into the sky where they fall down like rain.
Scattered. In pieces.
I actually like this feeling.
Liberation.
It’s a bittersweet and creative sensation.
You just need to embrace it.
Make the most of it. Be present in it.
Days pass, years go by.
The memories still remain…
They never fade away.

Peace and Love,
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