Saturday, 28 December 2013

                                        Letter to an old friend

If they ask you, “do you not believe?” Even when you are not 100% sure or willing to answer the way they expect or want, fear not old friend. You’re the master of the beat you move to. You do not need to listen to your heart nor your head.
Your head is the over protective logical father forever figuring out the science and the algorithm’s in the equation that is life, incessantly seeking the letter X and wondering Y? Finding the answers as swiftly and efficiently as possible. There is no such thing as a chance, don’t care for that soft lucid concept that is destiny, prefers the concrete.
Your heart is the complete opposite. Your heart is like your dear mother. Caring, passionate, sometimes irrational, always feeling whats right, over protective in a softer, more naïve manner. Willing to take a risk in what it feels over what may be. Always hopeful, sensitive with a incredible core strength. Not worried about structure in that same essence but rather a free flowing, loving, warm energy.
You on the other hand dear old friend, have another player in the game. One far wiser, understands the shifting of the universe around you. Fully understands the logic and feeling behind your every action. You see that third player, that wise old owl, always knows without explanation without fighting the other two. You may not see or hear it for a long time but fear not my dear old friend, time is like that favourite uncle from outta town always turns up on the holidays with the best presents. Keep an eye out, ears fixed to the walls, reunite your head and heart, and stand by secure and resilient. The time will come, your time will come.
So when they ask you “ Do you not believe?” You be sure to tell them; I feel a euphoric feeling running through my veins, feeding and watering every atom in me, it dwells within me, inhibits me. I see the pulse in all that’s pure around me. I sat by a majestic tree and felt its heart beat. I see the light in the night and the shadow of the day.

Stand steadfast & sturdy because every breath you take is proof in itself.  So when they ask “Do you not believe?” Remember there is only one time in your entire existence you will need to answer that question. Today is not that day my dear old friend. Step to your own rhythm, you are the perfect verse over a smooth beat

Sunday, 22 December 2013

                                   The Tales The Mirrors Told

There I stood, couldn’t believe my eyes finally adjusting to the light. I was the one in red and gold, with the mask in my hand I thought was you all along. The blindfold came on the day I shook your sweaty palm. Not realising I was in for the flight of a lifetime. I never liked superman, perfect is boring.
I had a head of steel and a heart, I was to discover in time, that was made of gold.

I faithfully took your hand as we danced into the night, two perfect strangers “right souls, wrong time” I heard. Was it I or you that whispered it?
Thinking I was the damsel in distress, sleeping beauty that had woken up to find this beautiful chocolate entity coming to my rescue. With a smile so bright and hypnotising, it made the moon shy away into the day. 
See wonder woman had won the battle, even when poison ivy crept up now and again. You were immune to her touch, lips convalescing every time and like a tortoise rolling back into its shell, you came back into my arms, your safe haven. 

The thing is, the girl that used to look back at me when i glanced at the mirror forever told me that no woman had anything on me. I was the backbone, the leader of my atmospheres.
I crafted my knight in shining armours gear.
This was my Timbuktu i had found, i was taking the knowledge and the riches home, and that I did, who has ever walked away from Timbuktu in one piece?  Heart and head forever in a battle like two siblings, couldn’t agree on you. 

So finally shook the magic 8 ball and took a chance, see I was a different type of queen. None could conquer my riches, I was destined to lead armies across lands and guard my herd like the lioness I was raised to become. 
So I walk away to the depth of the farthest oceans, recuperating back to the Bermuda triangle to find my faith. 
Here and now, the blindfold was to come off, dropped the mask, and starring back at me were the eyes with depth of the very galaxies, ubiquitous energies I thought was you, flowing through you into me.

Could it be? Was it i? Was it i that rescued you and showed you the light with one kiss?

Friday, 20 December 2013

Conversation with the king to come

Life is in fact a fact, my little king. We all forget that sometimes. We forget why we are running, theres nothing wrong in joining the race but what is your cause for the race? Is it for you? Your mother, father, me, your grandfather? Or your generations to come? You see, purpose is the key to that engine, to that mystical race wer all in, as my sister and dear friend would say in celebration L`Chaim.
See hope is the petrol for that engine, purpose is what keeps you going like a can of redbull straight to your veins. Every breath is a gift, every drop of rain that touches your skin is worth more than any riches anyone can offer.
That girl with that pearly smile, breath so sweet her lips can barely contain it. Walk so melodic as if there was a beat she was walking to only you two could hear. That warm, comforting gaze, signalling for you to come over. Be careful with that one my little king, fore behind that warm gaze there may be a volcano waiting to erupt. As life goes on we pick up demons, we lock in our basements, we fail to address. I do not want your pure, fragrant, honey coated skin to burn and continue that chain of pain. Are you ready to open your basement? is she ready to face your demons?
There are a lot of things at first sight, love on the other hand is not one of them. You see love, love is a journey. Love is you my dear, love is her, love is the conversations, love is the cosmos, love is the light, love is the darkness. You cannot capture that much greatness in one glance.

 Take a deep breath, and proceed with caution my little king. Because people do fall, fall in love, in  lust, in admiration and make mistakes along the way. Its not just that cut that teaches one the best lessons but the process of healing and the phoenix within that comes to life. People do belong together, so go forth in this battle of yours my little king.

Sunday, 15 December 2013

The Yin to my Yang

When our eyes met it was as if the universe came to life. We shared a cosmic moment. Who was he? It didnt matter, he was the opposite to my light. 

He made me hear the sweetness of the colours, see the sparkle of sounds, left me feeling the bittersweet dark chocolate linger. 
The ever so peaceful river was flowing below with its golden glow, so elegantly, seductively, moving like the rhythm of our bodies. 
He was pursuing me like a prey, said i was like "day break in a never ending tunnel" made his heart beat like the score of a perfect melody. 
I was mesmerised by his warm, delicious, intense radiance. 
It was the way his smile brought the universe to my feet, the fire in his eyes light up my entire existence. 
The rainbow was to become our love child. 

We took turns to bring light to the world. As my time drew to a close, slowly drifting away as his presence consumed the world, I find myself wondering when will we embark on the pilgrimage to our light?

Monday, 9 December 2013

the journey

Last time i had a date on such occasion was for love. The city that ran away with my heart. This time it is however life thats brought me here. The reflection of lessons learnt so far and eagerly waiting whats to come. Sitting here with my large latte, in my warm burgundy coat i find myself recalling a quote i came across once "dont grow up its a trap" with a slight crooked smile. The innocence, the purity in fun. No iphone, instagram just swings and sand to roll around in. Then i recall my mother telling me a old somali saying " Ciyaalnimo cadow laga kora waaye" meaning childhood is a enemy which one grows away from. Recalling the lessons, mistakes, adventures that come with the journey.  The bitter-sweet acceptance of the two is what gives this wandering soul peace and completion. I recall once saying i am a tired realist, who`s a optimistic pessimist at heart. He told me to pick one.... you cant be it all he said.  i smiled and said i am a nomad at heart, a very rare soul. My soul belongs with the wind, forever floating: loving, living, learning and laughing. Heart in once city, mind in another, body in one. Its in me to forever yearn. This is my journey, care to join me?