Poem: Nomadic Traveller

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

Synchronised.

Telepathically.

Connected with our,

Universal soul.

– Kimmi Madeline 🌸

Instagram: Moon_over_mumbai

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

Instagram: Moon_over_mumbai

 

 

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

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

Instagram: moon_over_mumbai