Tag Archives: #sublime

Of the sublime

She will

Always be

Something

Special

& beautiful

To those who

Love her

No matter

How far life

Takes her

There are things

Which always

Stay with her

The night takes her

To imagination’s door

Where a multiverse awaits

& redoes her

As she creates

She makes sure

To put herself

Into meaning

& sublime

Love

For her

& for all that

Came before

All the experiences

Which make

Her & everything

That inspires her

The good, the best

The beautiful

Unexpected

Flavours of

What she craves

& what life gave her

© Niliema Karkhanis


Featured image by fran hogan from Unsplash


Après/After

Photo by Dimitri Tyan from Unsplash

Après

Ce n’est jamais

Comme avant

On doit se

Reconnaître

Encore

Qui nous sommes

Evènements

Places

Choses

L’une

Après l’autre

Déjà vu

Journées

Répétées

Mais jamais

Les mêmes

Sauf pour

Des pensés

Qui nous

Consommes

Quand même

La prix de vivre

Dans la vie maison

On n’abandonne

pas le corps

Non

Pas

Maintenant


Traduction/Translation

After

Is never

Like before

We have to

Recognize

Again

Who we are

Events

Places

Things

One Moon

After another

Already seen

Days

Repeated

But never

The same

The same

Except for

The thoughts

Which

Consume us

The same

Price of living

In Life’s house

We’ve not

Yet

Given up

The body

No

Not

Now

© Niliema Karkhanis

Poste 200/200th post

Of cerulæn reimaginings

 Photo by Taylor Van Riper from Unsplash

Erased

They had

Before been

Torn off walls

Crumpled

Thrown into

The waste

Paper basket

~○~

After she

Held on

For too many moments

You couldn’t call them

Moments anymore

~○~

When you

Believe in something

When you

Believe in something

When you

Believe in something

~○~

The turning planets

Spheres from time

Shaped

Forming Bodies

Space

~○~

They wore the absence

Of light proudly

Wearing cloths sewn

Like the winds

Accessories

Fashioned

From

Meteors

From clouds

Falling stars

Drawing

Themselves

Once more

Vast through

The cerulæn sky

Like magic

They appear


Of cærulean re-imaginings 2

© Niliema Karkhanis

the wind passes through us

Photo by Ithalu Dominguez from Pexels

the wind passes through us

inside us

ghosts

we are dead

we are there

in the breeze

& then gone

& then there again

we eat the air

we breathe the sky

we live in dreams

we wear what we please

we sparkle in sunlight

on night we glow

we cry in songs

we are the sounds

you can’t place

the memories you can’t

quite remember

we are the choices

that were made for us

sometimes we are the ones we made for ourselves

we are the whispers in leaves

the bird songs at dusk

the quiet of remembering

on air we float

it is the only house

we know

where in those

moments

our breath

is a mutter

we tell a story

of life before

when we were

alone

what lurks

in plain sight

are the deaths

we’ve had

they are the clouds

in our atmospheres

the moons

in our twilights

they mark our pasts

they tell our futures

when we wanted

things were taken

all in the end

with no admission

all of this

all that we are

it is the end

it’s also the beginning

 Ⓒ Niliema Karkhanis

& then the flowers they bloom again

Photo by

Karolina Grabowska 

from Pexels

This was not

Meant for us

We did

Not know

Though

Through

We loved

We were

Not there

To find

The answers

To everything Everything changes Every flower opens Then goes away

Every sound

On waves

Leaves

To return

Another day

Another season

Another year

Years go by

Taking With them

Time […]

& then the flowers they bloom again

 Ⓒ Niliema Karkhanis

💜 You leave it in the corner 💜

You leave it in the corner and wonder if you will ever get back there to that corner of the world. Small places have less corners to fill. But you try still, because empty places feel temporary, harsh, undecorated.

‘This is all temporary,’ you say. 

They don’t look away from nothing important on the television […]

You leave it in the corner

© Niliema Karkhanis

The trees eat the suns eat the trees: an other-worldly song

We bike

Sparkling roads

Under trees

Eating breeze

The trees eat

The suns eat the trees

Leaves

Flowers in seas

Afternoons

Meet the moons

The trees eat

The suns eat the trees

In evenings

Our bones

Laugh

With notes

All their own

The trees eat

The suns meet the trees

© Niliema Karkhanis

The trees eat the suns eat the trees: an other-worldly song

The trees eat the suns eat the trees: an other-worldly song

We bike

Sparkling roads

Under trees

Eating breeze

The trees eat

The suns eat the trees

Leaves

Flowers in seas

Afternoons

Meet the moons

The trees eat

The suns eat the trees

In evenings

Our bones

Laugh

With notes

All their own

The trees eat

The suns meet the trees

© Niliema Karkhanis