That Land Far Away

March 25, 2015 § Leave a comment

Far far away, is a magical land,

Of fierce mountains and shining sand.

With tiny fairies and scary pirates,

Cute garden gnomes and friendly primates.

If you’re lucky, you’ll even meet some dolphins,

If you’re good, I’ll show you some munchkins.

Tinkling fountains,

Misty mountains,

Clouds of dreams,

And frolicking streams…

Into this magic land, once you have found your way,

Mark my words my friend you will, forever want to stay…

Lush green grass, wet with morning dew,

Butterflies flutter in the sky so blue,

Flowers bloom in all their glory,

Each one so eager to tell its story!

The wind has been all over the world,

And here it comes to unwind, unfurl.

And when at night the land is in darkness,

The stars and moons, they glow with kindness.

The ageless moon begins Her story-telling,

Naughty stars they twinkle, or are they giggling?

The night of wondrous, fabulous fables,

Of mythical beasts and heroic rebels,

It flows along in silvery delights,

Until the sun on its chariot arrives.

Of this land, you’ve heard both night and day,

Now tell me my friend, would you not stay?

Now I must bid farewell until,

We meet in the land, where time stands still.



March 24, 2015 § Leave a comment

Stepmother queen : Mirror mirror on the wall, Who’s the fairest of                                          them all?

Magic mirror           : Beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder.

And they all lived happily ever after…


March 22, 2015 § Leave a comment

Neither riches nor any wealth,

In bad times or good health,

No champagne or Bonaffair,

Could ever ever compare.

You know of what I speak,

It’s no secret that I keep,

Mon désir, mon amour,

It could only be petrichor.

And as the drops paint me,

In the hues of the stormy sea,

I am wonderstruck in my awe,

And my icy heart begins to thaw.

I am drugged in its high,

I am lost in its sigh,

Mon désir, mon amour,

It is only petrichor…


March 13, 2015 § Leave a comment

“Rolling stones gather no moss”

Don’t catch moss, keep rolling! 🙂


March 2, 2015 § Leave a comment

In all our lives, there are ups and downs. Of course. The downs are not a problem. It’s the cliffs that I mind. Falling so deep down, that we don’t know how to climb back up. And we keep deluding ourselves that it’ll be okay. We believe that irritatingly positive inner voice. And it lies. All the time.

I’m sure bad times don’t last forever. But neither does our spirit. And one day, some of us less fortunate ones find, that we have stopped looking for the end of the tunnel. Because we are done. The boy cried wolf one too many times. And then we stop walking. We simply lie down and wait for the embrace of sweet sleep. We lose our courage to live.

What really scares me is not death, but rather “not living”. I’m afraid that one of these days, I’ll stop believing my inner liar. That I’ll stop walking towards the light and lay in the tunnel simply existing. That I’ll die before I’ve lived. The sad part is that I know tunnel has to end somewhere. Only, I wonder if I have the strength to walk all the way?… If I’m stupid and brave enough to believe my liar every time… Until it doesn’t lie anymore.

I hope with all my heart, that my inner voice won’t sin much longer. Because though I’m still walking, I’m starting to tire.

Where Am I?

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