Kind stranger

She was a kind stranger, I had never met anything of the kind, or anyone stranger…

To some she was lazy, and a coward… To me she was bravery and power.

To me she was sweet, so some she was sour…

She she told me she didn’t care about them, or me, she said she was only there to smell the flowers…

So some she was a freak, to me she was unique

Into inifity

In her womb life started
In her eyes pain ended
Lines of her life story, and all the things she has faced, permanently etched on her face, a sage, that kept getting wiser with age… An antique, with colours that didn’t fade.
Even when her blacks turned to greys, what was gold remained the same…

Life is too short, I know that much is true… And we all must move on when our time here is due, We came from inifity, to experience this vicinity… And i do believe we’re only passing through

Warrior spirit

Neither a coward with her actions nor her words, she was well aware freedom sometimes seemed absurd…she tried to be the right balance of humble and proud…calm but full of life, poised while her heart beat loud.

The warrior spirit, her soul focused on the top, a peaceful fighter who gave everything, except up. Persistence personified, she was a force you could not, would not even want to stop.
She was the courage to ask for more, and the bravery to stand for freedom.

She was the legend she had written with her own wisdom

Madininah

Je demande à mon coeur pourquoi il bat
J’ai demandé à mon esprit où est ce qu’il va?
Je demande à pieds de me porter quand ils voulaient y aller
en espérant que je pourrai me trouver là bas

I wrote this poem in french as it was inspired by the magical year I spent living on the island of Martinique. (where I happened to learn French) I hope it makes sense haha. The poem is also called madininah another name for Martinique which translates to ‘Island of flowers’

Something bitter 

Craving something bitter

Sugar coats never seemed that sweet to me, eventually, I’ll look past the disguise and see, what was meant to be…
There’s always something more, behind what we hide, always a silver lining, our pride forces us to deny, although reality might not be your cup of tea, it will always be mine. So say it straight, hit me with the punchline, but spare me the white lies.

I want to see the light, even if it hurts my eyes. Because I would rather look for beauty in the ugliest truth. Than look for truth, in the most beautiful lie.

The spirit of compassion

An elephant is the mightiest creature on land, yet it means to do harm to no one… That in a way is true compassion.
Also, I find that having to care for others, children in particular, can bring compassion out of us that we didn’t even know was there.
Compassion is true strength, and is nature’s way of taking care of itself.

Happy vaisakhi!