Clicked

Clicked

They clicked.

On different levels of knowledge,

Life and death their common college..

 

They clicked.

 

..And their level of chemistry,

Was beyond any corporate synergy.

That energy..!

 

He would ask her company

On other days he would refuel,

While she didn’t quite get..

For him it wasn’t about being cool

Yet on some days she would feel like a fool.

 

They clicked.

 

At matters of the heart

They sometimes felt worlds apart,

Perhaps his few extra years

Had carried a pool of tears

From a heartbreak shaped like a pear

Or perhaps..

Perhaps it was all just an act

To be compact,

But deep down intact.

 

They clicked.

 

Joy

 

Started: unknown date (sometime after June 3, 2018)

Completed and Drafted: July 5, 2018

 

 

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You are Real

You are Real
My  dedications are at the bottom of this post 😉

By now ..

You my people know that each one of you has marked me in a way in this life,

Some of you show me how to be a survivor, not giving up no matter the abuse or weakness we feel around someone or with them,

Some of you taught me to move on, dream bigger because you were once where i was but now you made it

Some of you remind me ” the things you now have you once prayed for”,

Some of you are my constant and/or my support system no matter my right/wrong decisions in life

Some of you keep pushing me to lighten up, live it up, go with the flow and stop

Overthinking much.. even if you’re scared that people perceive you wrongly, it’s their loss of meeting a gorgeous soul

Some of you inspire me, in your talent, your music, your words, your unique approach to life, your rich experiences, your little stories and life lessons that you share with me..

Some of you showed me immeasurably beautiful, sincere, genuine hearts,

Some of you were there for me in my worst time(s) and experiences,

Some of you got me out of traumas or shocks i faced in my life, you were my “healing” way out

Some of you understood my silence,

Some of you understood my crazy side,

Some of you also inspired me to keep going and stay true to myself,

Some of you i look up to and admire completely,

Some of you are friends of friends of my people, and so you came across my blog and my email threads giving me more purpose to write words that may heal you too because your friends thought my generosity and kindness may be just what you need to choose to live again;

Some of you get me, when my head feels like its up there in the clouds far away from the harsh realities and greediness we sometimes face in this world

You guys are real.

Your influence on me was real.

I know each one of you to the core – ithink 🙂😉

You spice up my life, and

yes, i may only be one human on this planet,

but you rocked my world

and

I think one person at a time is how we really push for things in this world, in this short life we are blessed to have.

So,

In case no one told you,

YOU are a marvelous piece of my universe, and so , of THIS universe.

😍🙃😎🎈🎈🎈

What about your people? A shout out to Yours and those ‘inspirations’ among them who you thought about reading this.

All my love,

Oh! I miss you!!

Joy.

May 23, 2018

(But i chickened out and did not put this out yet until tonight: July 5, 2018)

Dedicated to:

❤️My people on my daily chain of kindness [who receive daily morning emails from me as i share my thoughts on life and living it fully]

❤️You my blogging gems, we have found each other and every like or comment or reaction and word we exchange gives me strength for a whole Lifetime. Besides, starting this blog after my accident [see my very very first October post] kept me sane, going, and helped me achieve my dreams- where i now am personally, professionally, and here as a proud happiest blogger.

Missing

Missing

🛣I looked at the world from the streets last night and felt like something big is missing.

🚍What if we were living forward bulldozing through life instead of outward growing through others sharing feelings, talent, love, kindness, passions, compassion, hobbies, experiences?

📽Why do we walk, run, or drive past each other not blinking twice, not saying a mere “hi” that might just make us see that:

🤸🏻‍♀️we aren’t actually the only ones who had a bad day, month or week;

🏋🏼‍♂️not the only ones with financial and mental health problems;

👦🏽👧🏽or the only ones who lost a parent or a sibling or a leg or a lover or a golden opportunity to start over?

⛱Why do we resort to impatience over patience, racism over tolerance, judging on labels of religion or nationality or gossips over soul and actions that speak for themselves?

🌹What if the big thing missing was me/you living to Give more and Do more, for others we meet- no expectation for a reward moral or material.

🗣Why are we wired to refrain or abstain from sharing, opening up, caring, loving, being kind, smiling… and all things that we know make us feel Good, and instead we run away, far, close doors, build higher walls?

🕵🏼‍♀️.. is It really Fear of getting hurt or pain or of breaking or being deceived? so, Why then would we almost always opt for “staying alive” when things go wrong or when we almost lose our chance to live as we “rush” to tick things off our bucket list feeling i needed more time to make things right.

🕺🏼Isn’t it part of being a “human” to live on all extremities and edges, to know what is pain, losing, heart breaking, starting over, being tricked or cheated, used, and hurt…

👑And, we do take alllll of these risks knowing that we shall touch the surface of what “Real love” or real caring feels like, or touch what kindness as a lifestyle looks like as someone extends it every 1 day of our existence!

🕶Don’t we take all these risks in return for the feeling of spending an extra night with someone we lost or someone ill?

🦋Arent we okay with taking these risks if it means feeling alive, getting a second chance at living life at large, like we never did until we hit that low or that loss or challenge in life ?

🐠I think i found it:

we need to be kinder and show it, accepting that if each of us was so, none will abuse as much or hate as much or feel as greedy as we all Do Today sometimes because we feel “threatened” by what the other may snatch away from us.

❤️The world was missing more “giving” and less snatching, more love and less fears of losing or dreading pain or error.

🧚🏼‍♀️Look around you, we all have family or friends who survived a traumatic incident story or relationship. Sometimes yes, things get out of hand and some people give up On life,

🥊but,

🥤Life goes on and most of us who have lost someone have also gained 10 others who were fighters and survivors against all Challenges life threw.

🤝Human nature fights for its survival. What do we little people then have to fear when nothing we are given is bigger than us to face- nothing, and that is a personal lesson i learned in all the hard yet beautiful ways.

💫☀️

#kindness #missingworld #onelife #motivation #foodforthought #pieceofmymind #love #pain

A Phase

A Phase

Sometimes you know not what you want.

You meet lots of people,

And the days pass; yet..

The clock hands feel like an impasse.

 

You are all over,

Or maybe you just want to live it up,

Perhaps a mini “do-over” like:

More living, less thinking?

 

A phase

 

Some days our perspectives change;

Even though we’ve seen,

People from different walks of life & our judgement was then obscene;

Here and elsewhere on the page,

This year it feels different,

Like you’re out of your glass cage.

 

Your mind is maturing,

Your judgement is more open,

Your tolerance exponentially grown,

As if its cocoon was torn.

 

There is a click you can’t explain,

But it just feels right to follow your gain..

Being yourself and enjoying the moment;

Living, fully, with all the ornament..

Cause it felt special, genuine, and true

To you and the other.

 

And you tell yourself,

Perhaps; just perhaps, it’s all..

 

Just a phase?

 

But for once,

It feels safe.

Despite the uncertainty,

And the slightly flawed certainty

..that a different perspective is formed,

It feels like you’re really living;

Something that’s true, incomplete perhaps,

But it feels nice no matter tomorrow’s probable mishap.

 

A Phase

 

Sometimes, there isn’t more to it!

And when you both agree it’s the “timing” that’s essential”,

All the other’s alibis lose credential!

 

What they want may still be a mystery

But by the time you get there,

The whole fling’ll probably be history! Unless…

Unless building, you sense a change of heart?

 

It’s highly doubtful though,

From where it all started;

And you remind yourself:

You have nothing to lose but

He..a lot to gain,

Had he known you for all that you really are

And all that you can really be.

Going with your sincere feeling,

If a chance is what you’re peeling,

Then enjoy and so be it.  

 

A phase

You can never really know what’s on his end,

Like he can never really know to what your hand’s clenched;

Except… if the times unfold,

More stories untold, and.. circumstances from old

Or sharings of gold..

Become the centre of discussions,

Outings and confessions.

A phase

 

Love ❤ 

Joy 

May 22/23, 2018

A phase - Pic

Fragile

Fragile

⚜️My Dedications: ⚜️

To each one of you, my people, who think your sensitivity makes you vulnerable or “weak”..

To every one of you gorgeous souls who judge themselves so hard for those days when you “slip” or just slow down a bit..

⚜️We are all human and our greatest strengths are what make us stand out, different, and therefore what others try to snatch away from us because they can never be as fragile or sensitive or compassionate, loving and genuinely loved in return, let alone live the beauty of human feelings to the extreme and really know what it means to have lived through hell up until we touched self-love, forgiveness, peace and the most superior forms of healing as a result (: ⚜️

No matter where you were

What you’ve been through

Or where you are headed;

No matter the lessons you learned,

And all the remaining that’s unlearned;

No matter all the knots,

… with the untied ones in the pit of your stomach,

there to stay like there’s no need to panic.

 

Fragile.

Like a bird with a broken wing,

Sometimes we all feel that ring,

Getting tighter and tighter around the throat

Dropping down to the gut,

Where then it is there to settle..

Making its way to the bottom of the kettle,

Still trying to pour out Tea,

To make others feel free,

Because that’s what brings it energy!

Fragile, agile, senile?

You were born agile,

You feel you will never grow senile..

If love disappointed you once,

And you don’t want to take a second hit twice, yet..

Opportunity will knock back at your door,

One day, someday

Because this is life

and,

We live to interact,

to act, not act, and live a life unpacked;

to meet, to laugh, to cry, to hope, despair, to fight and surrender;

but only to rise again because our bodies demand it

… In their own little ways!

And all of this, all of it,

is the best way to learn

With whom we ought to Be Real.

We remain fragile.

 

If your career turned out disappointing,

Or what you do is really the object of your parents’ doubting;

If your friendships made you chase

..Disloyal mates who’d go behind your own back,

And in your own home talk crap

Puking in your hat,

acknowledge:

 

We remain fragile.

Our fragility was not found to be lost!

It was not there to hide..

My friend!

The life we live is like the tide,

That moves us through the ebb and flow,

Until it makes our head blow,

And our heart explode,

With the extremities of the human feeling

That can be so healing..

because

We remain fragile!

 

A complete perfect being exists not!

See that public figure, famous speaker?

The known artist, the achieved banker?

The balanced yogi, talented dancer?

Every one has lost their compass!

And has hit an impasse.

But

Choosing to find that stillness,

On a boat amid the worst of illness;

They chose to navigate,

Meditate and not perturbate

…their hearts or minds with

People’s talks or the world’s negativity.

Fragile?

In your hearts,

Find your inner room,

Make it your broom,

Shovel out of your soul

Every every foul;

Make it a practice to send away with your very owl,

A message of peace and love

… To that body engulfing you,

To that soul embracing you.

Fragile!

If Your body is a shell,

Its interior is a bell,

With tintinnabulations every time you tell,

That world and every dweller of our universe,

That you will be yourself,

Unique and alive,

Living and ready to dive

…Into whatever life carries to your plate

Because you will always be your own mate!

Fragile?

Of strength, you will never run out!

I been there and couldn’t but count

The infinite blessings our minds can use to

surmount

… every challenge, physical or mental.

You have been there too, haven’t you?

And if you think living’s a game of only two:

Life or death?

Win or lose?

Wake up! You come from an endless fountain of creation.

You are an intricate being

Blown into life.

Fragile .. yet!

With every strike,

We get to ride the bike,

In a different direction

With a different kind of affection

Towards ourselves first and foremost.

If things did not change,

In our life and other people did not turn the page

…even if on us,

We wouldn’t push for change;

We wouldn’t aim higher,

Or see that down much lower

we could find our happy;

We Wouldn’t adapt, or expand,

That intellect, that street smart, life-smart,

This skillset that saved us from the next big blow,

And instead took us to the golden bow!

Where the arrows of creativity, peace, love, and positivity

… Brighten our once grim world:)

Life is way too short,

Not to believe in you.

Yes all fragile!

Life is way too short,

Not to believe this world was created for you to shine.

Fragile?

Why though would it want you to suffer?

Life is way too short,

To sit and wonder if i will make it through.

You will.

Love ❤️,

Joy

May 7, 2018; 9.54pm

My Story

My Story

*This poem is inspired by the life and drive of colleague and a good friend of mine, Reem..*

Dont claim like you get me.

When you got the chance,

You chose not to enhance.

And whatever we had planned,

Seemed hanging on on the I-pad:

Only an unrealistic dream;

You don’t know my story.

Stop saying you cared,

By pleading and textin,

and for attention clingin;

It’s a little too late,

With my exam now closer, so full of hate.

Is it? Or really “am i” ? ..

for all the disappointments you put on my plate.

You don’t know my story.

It’s as if your hearing was impaired!

When the time was right..

And our relationship was just ripe,

In front of my parents

Stood a shadow,

Like that of a dead sparrow,

Who hasn’t yet taken any arrow

Yet acts all hollow.

You don’t know my story. 

In all our breakups,

You managed to create catch-ups,

In which You kept telling me,

Through all sorts of music mashups,

“You belong to me, and i to you

Never loving anybody like you..

And we shall never feel distant”?

But you were never persistent!

You had once said…

Forever we will be,

Yet here we are,

Two and a half hears on a crossroad

A red light paralyzing you …

A height we had foreseen,

And thought we could use to lean..

On our love? and our love!

You don’t know my story. 

 

With the weight on your parents’ hearts,

And mine behind the scenes,

Mustering a rejection…

For another religion.

While we thought we were tolerant,

Preaching against those ignorant,

What we knew of love across religions..

Yet, All we were are clay pigeons,

Molded in childhood,

And tricked into adulthood,

Thinking we were placed in control,

When all we could do was sing Snow Patrol,

Chasing cars, forgetting about reaching the stars like them rock stars,

Not realizing we lacked a good tune.

We were high on the illusion of us;

Maybe we were real and all we had still feels so real,

But when it mattered most to feel,

Where was that zeal?

You don’t know my story.

As if we weren’t all sons of a God?

And When we were abroad,

Even though it was for our parents odd

…to accept different friends across cultures,

They knew we were all flawed,

Yet they thought it just a “phase”,

That our love got us in a haze..

But here we stand today,

On the brink of a nasty break up

Or maybe a sticky makeup,

Futile-y trying to cover up,

The vast distances between two hearts.

You don’t know my story.

I built myself from scratch

And with no one there to catch

..me! even when i got to the cliff,

And i couldn’t even sniff

…hope that was less than a meter away.

You don’t know my story.

I aspire high,

And can’t lose them no matter the tie

…Yours and their scores reached,

I can’t lose a part of me they once preached.

Even if they gave up on me,

I know i must have done something right,

Courageous enough not to take flight.

You don’t know my story.

Or how she sometimes mocks me,

For being a little girl with a big dream,

And a reality that makes me beam,

Despite their illiteracy and ignorance.

We were a story of two hearts

But now of two rigid religions,

Preaching love, tolerance, and caring,

Yet Torn apart by the same God?

And without you standing ground,

I lose balance,

You completed me,

And in odd ways you still do and always will..

Oh take me out of that misery

This status quo; no!

They think they have done me no injury,

But i’m living on the periphery.

You don’t know my story.

Changing this country will be my history,

And rocking this world is my ministry.

I hope you’ll still be around to see,

Had we stood up for one another like in my dreams and secretest wishes…

Maybe then, you’d really know my story.

All my love,

Joy

May 5, 2018; 2.02 a.m.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Aching

Aching - Pic 1.jpeg
Annaya, LEBANON. Taken April 29, 2018

***

Some days you wake up dating..

The days on your calendar- eagerly waiting..

On the next one, I might stop hating”

Them days when you wake up sore,

Not like tired to the core, No.

More like limbs aching,

While in the background someone’s baking..

A delicious pie to heal all aching.

 

Aching!

You..you sit there feeling:

How far is the healing,

And will my heart still be beating?

Your forehead burning,

Your nose hurting,

As the pain drops to the neck,

Ah! And now it’s hit the heart

Like the paint is splashed on a piece of art..

Aching

 

Because it feels tireless and useless,

Trying to explain what you feel,

When he isn’t bothered to peel.

You’re two worlds apart,

Where all those common grounds disappear,

Making way for only depths shoved off to the rear.

Aching!

You’ll find someone who gets it better than me,

And that’s a definite –lee!

We may share one view from the same hospital bed…

But that was only partly manifested in each’s head!

Find someone simple,

Maybe even with a dimple!

I am not there,

But that’s where you are now..

Not where I am, and I can’t explain how;

I’ll keep chasing our common grounds;

Paying in all the pounds..

To understand where we grew apart.

But i’ll also know,

There’ll be nothing,  though lots of snow..

Covering the tips of your beautiful yet lost soul.

 

Aching.

…Maybe you can handle,

All the tangled,

But my emotions are sincere;

They got to be untangled…

Even if they may not all at once appear.

Leave me alone. GO.

Oh the aching.

 

You don’t have to get it,

But you’ve already hit it.

Aching but inside you bet it’s baking!

 

… An enthusiastic start,

like a freshest tart (:

So many flavours spread out already,

Then a voice comes shiny and pretty,

Hi!! Have we met, in this life or maybe the other”?

“But I think we should hangout, ever been to Narnia?

You’d love it.”

Aching but baking the best of a new world

That comes out when you release the bird,

once caged inside of your beautiful soul

…that was temporarily “aching”.

 

Live, and Love Life.

And Live, and Love life again and again, and again.

A.l. w. a. y. s.

 

Joy.

 

With all my love to you my people,

Started on my  Diary Apr. 10, 2018;

Inspired to Completion:

in Byblos- Lebanon  Apr.29, 2018; 9.40pm

 

Aching - Pic 2!
Completed my piece for you when I came across this gem <3. #inspiredme