Repercussions || A Gallery

Forgetting

Perhaps I have posted this before but this is a re-edit 🙂

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Say goodbye to safe and sound

Let us try a few things together :

1. Living on the wire
2. Eating good food, the kind that nourishes us
3. Moving around more, being less stuck up
4. Connecting with nature
5. Pampering ourselves more
6. Praying more
7. Panicking less
8. Reading more books
9. Smiling more (fake it till you make it)
10. Being more fun, more enthusiastic
11. Learning to let go
12. Being tipsy ( non alcoholic type) once in a while and jam out
13. Travel more
14. Sing out loud
15. Live very , very LOUD

~ Saadia

P.s. Do you people want me to do Journal Entries here on my blog. Let me know in the comments 🙂

A Midsummer Soul

Welcome to loud music and wavy hair, to dances and dresses, to live a little louder, to laugh a little more, to the nodding of the trees and the splashes of rain. Say hello to breezes and cozy sleep, to hard work that is fun, to cringe – worthy movies that make you chortle, to long phone calls and passing notes in class. Welcome to  a midsummer mind, where we live and love while summer holds our souls.

~Saadia

Summer

 

 

 

 

She looks like a ray of light, like the sunset, like the sky after rain, like the sea looks when it kisses the sky at the horizon and she radiates warmth like Christmas lights but like fire, she looks fierce.

She smells of lavender brushed with bonfires, like chestnuts and tall maple, like the violets and lilacs , up in the mountains.

She walks with the stance of a ballerina and she sings throwback songs that remind me of childhood. She plays hard and loves hard. Being with her feels like summer and that says a lot.

~Saadia

One More day

Twilight

Fall and get back up,

like the sun

– remembering

to rise,

one more time.

~Saadia

My Mountains

For Kashmir, my land, the broken place holding broken hearts,the place that lost a million sons, the disputed place with a striking, ironical beauty. Here is to the Paradise on earth, the place I gladly call home. 

Hues

Color your soul.

Skin

Don’t hold me vulnerable,

for the light seems to pierce,

the cocoon I am in,

Don’t let the light get there,

It will show my bruised skin.

~Saadia

Poetry : A gallery

This is something so special for me. It took me such a long time to do all of this even-though it may not seem like it. I’d be the most content person if you’d share and spread this piece of art, crafted with love by me. Keep the pieces you like and please keep circulating this post. That would be my wreath. Thanks a lot for everything. 🙂