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 some delicious food we’ve tried, slowly but surely we forget to share. When we don’t share our excitement with the ones we love, slowly but surely our passions wither away. Unknowingly.

All you need to do is to listen more to people around you, what are they really saying behind the stories and the words. There’s a long lost child’s perspective, and children get hurt for the tiniest littlest things. That we carry on throughout our adulthood without always knowing. Just be mindful. Listen. The connection will come naturally.

If you can’t show this sort of compassion to the ones around you, you’re not really paying attention to what’s really going on under the surface. What’s true. What really matters in the end.

Kimmi Niroopinder

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

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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. Sometimes when writing the words are flowing almost automatically, as if my subconscious is trying to give me messages. Almost like meditation. Being connected to the deeper self is what drives my creativity and passion for writing. Connecting through written words is more important than spoken. Words don’t always need to be spoken to be understood. Telepathic communication is far more powerful and mystical. Sending out words into the universe and hoping for a response back. That gives me inspiration. Being a writer is never an easy task, always constant struggles of writer’s block and lack of motivation due to lack of inspiration. You just need to find what situations and moods inspire you the most and try to recreate them in different ways. Finding the moments where the flow of words are the the clearest. The connection between the universe and you is the strongest so you’re able to use your fantasy and creativity in the most interesting ways.

Why is writing important to you?

Peace and love,

Kimmi Madeline

Journaling

Poem: Painful urges

Poem from: 2010-06-07

The hand clutches the pain
In a moment that feels so real
Feel the surface of grief
Touch the sadness of a tear
The dreams are floating above
In a cloud they move away
So hard to reach
So hard to catch

The nails dig in so deep
They cut through the pain
Like aching misery in the shell
Red drips of burning sensation
Drops of joy, drops of fear
Sense of relief empowers me
All through my body
So hard to resist
So hard to control

The tragic spin to life
of urges taking over
Tearing the wings apart
Like the newborn bird
Unable to fly
But always willing to try
Shouting silently in vain
Feeling so powerless,
But yet so strong.

-Kimmi Madeline

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Poem: Nothing Left to Give

Poem from: 2011-06-23

I have poured out everything I’ve got
I have nothing left to give
There is no more life to live
Through these endless moments
I stumble and fall
Deeper and deeper
Into this ocean of hell

Slice open my heart
Grab the stone of pain
Throw it out to rot
Empty space is what is left
Void is to be found
Never feel pain again

Drowning in your tears
From your cold eyes
I will never know
If what you feel
Is something real,
So say goodbye
To this soul
Forget the past
Just let it go

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Late night scribbles

Water is my magic element

Flowing back and forth between waves

Catching air between my heavy breaths

Connecting through these open hazel eyes

Beaming light coming through from the other side

Telepathic sonic waves

Travelling through the ocean

Where fishes swim in different directions

Will they ever find the way?

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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.