Colourful tapestries of memories!

“Do not ask your children
to strive for extraordinary lives.
Such striving may seem admirable,
but it is the way of foolishness.
Help them instead to find the wonder
and the marvel of an ordinary life.
Show them the joy of tasting
tomatoes, apples and pears.
Show them how to cry
when pets and people die.
Show them the infinite pleasure
in the touch of a hand.
And make the ordinary come alive for them.
The extraordinary will take care of itself.”
― William Martin

I absolutely love this poem!! We live in this crazy whirlwind concrete jungle, where it's a dog eat dog world, it's so rare to find people who can find pleasure and joy in the little things in life, the seemingly ordinary things that often go overlooked. My favourite people in the world, are the one's who in some way resonate and believe in finding and celebrating the little moments in life. I believe it is these small moments, that weave themselves into colourful tapestries of memories that last a lifetime!

Here's to making the ordinary of come alive!

Wild hearts and laugh lines

We'd like to bounce off moonbeams right now.

Transcend into ethereal worlds,
Throw caution to the wind and go with  natures flow,
Spinning tales of the wonderful adventures to come,
Dip our feet in the pool of wonder,
Sit on the steps of possibility,
Love, live and laugh till our stomachs hurt,
With a glint in our eyes, the world is our wonderland,
We are the dreamers and the doers,
Wild hearts and free spirits,
Treading lightly and living fully.

This one's dedicated to all my fellow creative souls, who add a beautiful dash of crazy to my life!!

A moonlight tryst

We sat there baring our souls,
Licking our wounds as we spoke,
We came undone, the warp and weft giving way,
Each thread, each fiber once taut with tension,
Loosening with effortless ease,
Threadbare souls, naked, exposed,
We built castles in the sky,
We saw each other under a moonlit night,
Hoping the sun wouldn't rise.

The timekeepers rainbow web

Ostrich feather-duster in hand, she delicately dusted the cobwebs in her mind.
Rainbows caught in webs woven over the years.
Some taut some giving way to to the erosion of time,
Each colour reflecting a shade of the past.
Memories delicately woven,

Some so fragile a whisper in the wind could destroy,
Waiting for a gust of wind or thunder storm to blow them into oblivion.

Star gazers and Rainbow catchers

This ones for all the fierce, free spirits who walk this Earth with a fire in their belly, untamed, wild and full of wonder. These are some of my favourite quotes by the brilliant R.M Drake

Spent the afternoon rummaging through old books and new and came across this beautiful poem by Sylvia Plath. There's a part of me that totally relates to this poem, I feel many a time, in hindsight I've been walking around with tinted glasses on, I never really see the whole picture in it's true shades, often till it's to late.

Mad Girl's Love Song

"I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead;
I lift my lids and all is born again.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

The stars go waltzing out in blue and red,
And arbitrary blackness gallops in:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.

I dreamed that you bewitched me into bed
And sung me moon-struck, kissed me quite insane.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

God topples from the sky, hell's fires fade:
Exit seraphim and Satan's men:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.

I fancied you'd return the way you said,
But I grow old and I forget your name.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

I should have loved a thunderbird instead;
At least when spring comes they roar back again.
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)"

Gypsy heart women and windswept souls

A sketch to celebrate all the wild and wonderful women I know, the gypsy hearts, the free spirits, the fierce and inspiring women who have forever left their footprints on my soul!

Ode -Arthur O' Shaughnessy

We are the music makers,

And we are the dreamers of dreams,

Wandering by lone sea-breakers,

And sitting by desolate streams;—

World-losers and world-forsakers,

On whom the pale moon gleams:

Yet we are the movers and shakers

Of the world for ever, it seems.

Inner child

A beautiful poem I chanced upon today. it's worth the read.

 I feel bad for those who lost their inner child. 

The world needs more adults with young heart, a brave heart, one that's excited and enthusiastic about the wonders of our magnificent world. 

People who believe in miracles, who believe they can make them happen too. 
People who can stomach the horrors they witness everyday and give love even when they are never the recipients. 
People who are kind enough to forgive everyone around them and forgive themselves too when it's the hardest to do so. People who are crazy enough to want to make a difference, even crazier to work for it.


-- Dana Hindi

Clenched soul

Have you ever felt like the universe every once in a while, conspires in ways that might be inexplicable! I got to dip my feet in the pool of this 'universal conspiracy' today. What was a run of mill meeting with a close friend of mine which is heady mix of inane conversation, laughter, short walks and long conversation about the things we do best, break down life into little superficial formulae that we both know don't hold true in reality.

Down to the brass tacks and what baffles me and sends a shiver down my spine - I picked up a bunch of books she had recently picked up, one of which was Pablo Neruda's- Twenty love poems and a song  of despair. I knew the second I laid eyes on it, it was a book I'd read and picked up a few months ago. It might be a weird thing, to do, but I like to randomly open a page of a book of poems and let destiny take its course.

This is me some hours ago at my friends place, I randomly landed on the poem titled -Clenched soul, as usual curiosity always gets the better of me, so I made my way back home and decided to revisit my copy of  Pablo Neruda's Twenty love poems and a song  of despair, as I randomly flipped through the pages  I happened to land smack dab at Clenched soul once again.

Let's just leave it at something inexplicable, because I can't explain or comprehend how every line in the poem means something to me at this very moment in time, let alone how I flipped through the same book twice in one day and landed on the same poem!

Ohhhh you brilliantly beautiful and ever surprising life!!

At my friends place

At home

A seasons change away

via GIPHY

I would watch you endlessly,
Let hours wilt away,
I long for you relentlessly,
You are but a lifetimes wait,
Like a flower in bloom on a warm summers day,
You come and go as the seasons change.

The cacophony

She was the hurricane that hit the shore,
A whirlwind of energy about to implode,
Lighting bolts and whirring winds,
Caught in a cacophony of what could have been.

Poetry in motion- Charles Bukowski

I'm a huge fan of Charles Bukowski, through his brutally blunt words and at times dare I say crass writing, he is able to capture human emotion and infuse life into his characters. Ever since I read the Post office years ago I've be hooked.


Here is all time favourite 'Charles Bukowski poem : So you want to be a writer?  Captured in film so beautifully!!

Moonbeams and dancing feet

The moonlight lit up the dark alleys in her mind,

As she danced alone under it's watchful eye,
To songs she'd never heard,
The rustling wind and the babbling brook,
Clutching closely to her heart a new beat,
She finally found her feet.


Her body swayed as she came undone,
In her raven hair,
A thousand stars caught flashing by,
Glistening sweat trickling down her neck,
She finally found her feet,
It's only here she could really be free.

Sodium lights and street flowers

Darkness fell silently, a curtain call on the day done by, 

She walked down sodium lit streets with a wish on her lips, 

Lips that wouldn't move, thoughts that moved too quickly,

A dirty street, studded with little white flower stars.

Every once in a while you read something you've read years ago and it takes on a whole new meaning.This ones an excerpt from the book. "The Invitation" by Oriah Mountain Dreamer!Happy reading!

The Invitation

It doesn't interest me
what you do for a living.
I want to know
what you ache for
and if you dare to dream
of meeting your heart's longing.

It doesn't interest me
how old you are.
I want to know
if you will risk
looking like a fool
for love
for your dream
for the adventure of being alive.

It doesnt interest me
what planets are
squaring your moon...
I want to know
if you have touched
the centre of your own sorrow
if have been opened
by life's betrayals
or have become shrivelled and closed
from fear of further pain.

I want to know
if you can sit with pain
mine or your own
without moving to hide it
or fade it
or fix it.

I want to know
if you can be with joy
mine or your own
if you can dance with wildness
and let the ecstasy fill you
to the tips of your fingers and toes
without cautioning us
to be careful
to be realistic
to remember the limitations
of being human.

It doesn't interest me
if the story you are telling me
is true.
I want to know if you can
disappoint another
to be true to yourself.
If you can bear
the accusation of betrayal
and not betray your own soul.
If you can be faithless
and therefore trustworthy.

I want to know if you can see Beauty
even when it is not pretty
every day.
And if you can source your own life
from its presence.

I want to know
if you can live with failure
yours and mine
and still stand at the edge of the lake
and shout to the silver of the full moon,
"Yes."


It doesn't interest me
to know where you live
or how much money you have.
I want to know if you can get up
after the night of grief and despair
weary and bruised to the bone
and do what needs to be done
to feed the children.


It doesn't interest me
who you know
or how you came to be here.
I want to know if you will stand
in the centre of the fire
with me
and not shrink back.


It doesn't interest me
where or what or with whom
you have studied.
I want to know
what sustains you
from the inside
when all else falls away.


I want to know
if you can be alone
with yourself
and if you truly like
the company you keep
in the empty moments.

Sugar rush monkeys

Turbulent thoughts swing to and fro,

Like monkeys on a sugar rush,

Chattering,bickering,hurling abuses at each other,

The noise!The noise!!

It shows no sign of ceasing,

Heavy boulders weigh my shoulders down,

Pushing deeper,deeper underground,

Like a quicksand struggle,

The fight is useless.

Across the seven seas

He docked his ship on my shores,
A passer by with hours to kill,
He told me of tales from lands far far away,
A knock on the door and I invited him in,
I watched as he washed his wounds in my home,
Shed his skin and sipped his drink,
Nursed my thoughts and rubbed my skin raw,
He left at daybreak,breaking more than he knew,
He broke down the walls for only himself to see,
Peeped inside and felt the space,
Held my hand and kissed my face,
With his leaving he took a part of my soul,
I stood there with broken bits in my palm,
Awaiting his return.

I lost the rudder at sea one day,
As mighty winds shredded sails,
No compass in hand,
Floating on a sea of memories,
The sea cradles me  in her bosom,
The gentle rocking soothes my soul,
I rest my tired head on imaginary shoulders,
And whisper sweet nothings to the sea turtles,
The only company i keep,
Salt crusted brows frown at the sun,
Its going to be a long way home.

Another brilliant piece by Mia Hollow

Sea salt scrub

Another amazing find during one of my recent nocturnal internet trolling nights.

Mia Hollow's poems feel like a sea salt scrub to me,they seem to rub my thoughts raw,peeling away the old and exposing the new [I'm sure it's just the way i feel]but nevertheless do check out her work on tumblr

http://miahollow.tumblr.com/

Here are some of her poems and quotes