Mysterious Fortress

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It’s beautiful, this crazy world.

Even though it sometimes seems like a mess

It’s got its own strange charm,

Like an old mysterious fortress


Surrounded by brave soldiers

Ready to battle against the odds

As life goes on,

And things spin faster

Some rise to victory

And some drop


And as each one,

Fulfills their journey

Travelling across the realm of time,

Memories are made,

Moments captured

And as each soldier retreats

They are all that are left behind.


And with each day,

A new story is added

To the history of this strange mess,

Beautiful, but also somewhat crazy

It fearlessly retains its charm,

This mysterious fortress.



Feelings, THOUGHTS


Feelings, Poetry

Time to Turn Around



Hello there. It’s me.

Do you remember?

Or are you overwhelmed by all that you have seen?


You’ve been moving ahead so fast

Dreaming, struggling, achieving

All that you had once planned

You’re almost where you have always wanted to be

But do you still think of where it all began?


Those gentle hands that caressed your face

Amidst those sleepless nights of wondering why

The tireless caring,

The warmth of her embrace

The one whose only wish was to see you fly high


Those strong shoulders that never let you down,

Each time you stood amongst the crowd

Who made you believe

That superheroes were for real

The one who always knew that you would make him proud


All those that you have come across,

Those many faces that are now simply memories

Some teaching you how to live

Some making you smile

Some that will forever be beautiful stories


Do you still remember?

I guess not

Maybe it’s time for you to turn around

To slow down a little

To stop by every now and then

To remember all that you have let go of

And celebrate all that you have now found….



















The Anklet


A young spirited soul,

Daring and free

She shone brighter than the sun,

And believed in all that could be

There was a sparkle in her eyes,

Magic in her voice

She listened to all,

But made her own choice

At every turn of life

She walked with pride,

Wearing the anklet she had been given,

By the one in whom she could confide

Who had been her shadow

Her umbrella in the rain,

A woman she looked up to,

Again and again

She was a symbol of power

A fountain of positivity,

The one to whom she owed

her liberty

“Take this as a memory

Remember to dance in the rain

To never give up

To forget the pain”

Those were her words

Which she had never been able to forget

A token of love from her mother

Her priceless anklet

And she always did remember

What she had been told

Making the most of each moment

And letting each day’s adventure unfold…


The Waterfall


That leather jacket was lying on the table where she had last met him.It was the same time.The same date.Nothing had changed.

She recalled the moment when she had last seen it on him. When her eyes couldn’t move away. It wasn’t the jacket that made him look different.It was that look in his eyes.

That one last time she had smiled because it felt real. Those precious moments that had now become a memory.

Deep down inside, she held back an ocean of waves. With every passing minute, they kept getting larger. And then, all at once, down came the waterfall.

What came with it was not a pool of sadness, but rather a rainbow of vibrant colors. Each one a sign of whenever she had truly felt alive.

Little by little, the mist in front of her eyes began to clear away. She picked up the jacket and put it on her shoulders, just the way he had done that night when it was too cold outside. And as she did, she silently thanked him from the bottom of her heart. Not for the gesture. Not for the look. Only for the countless memories.

Life is short. Cherish moments.Follow your heart.Create magic.Create a memory.

Feelings, Poetry

Matters of the Heart

An endless ocean of deep thought,

Each drop a memory

A book full of many chapters,

Each with its own history

As strong as a soldier at war,

Each scar a mark of victory

As valuable as each minute,

With the power to change things to what could be

As fragile as a mirror,

That can be shattered apart

Such is nature’s beautiful creation,

A miracle called the heart….