Will there ever come a time we’ll part and drift, like woods and logs surging in the waves of the ocean, free flowing to destiny? Fear encompassing every ounce of our soul that someday this reality is merely a dream of the distant past, a reverie that left us.
A decade-old unsent love letter with a withered rose beside it, drops of ink smudged and dried on the margins. A photograph worth a thousand unspoken words lying on the bedside table.
Will I ever walk alone the path where footsteps of strangers resonate against the bowl of cloudy blue sky above us? Footsteps untraced from the past and into the faint future once clear yet now laced with fog and mist from sighs of doubt each stranger breathes before each step into the journey.
A ruffled curtain swaying with the afternoon wind, draining the excess sunshine. A sweet scent of vanilla from the spilled perfume bottle on the floor.
Will you remember me once I fly away from you? Will you chase me once I run? Will you wrap me in your embrace and remember me forever?
A sleeping angel and before you wake up, while the sunlight caresses your face like I once had, before you wake up, I whisper into your ears, “Only you, my darling, only you.” And I kissed your cheek.
A gunshot resonated.
Jul 24, 2016
Jul 24, 2016 at 1:43 PM UTC
The way that I love you
Is like a little afternoon nap
Pure, calm, and innocent
Like pages of a book on your lap
Silently enrapturing a moment
The way that I love you
Is like drinking wine or perhaps tea
A peaceful ending to a busy day
Like a favorite bedtime story
Last recollections before drifting away
The way that I love you
Is like a rainbow after a storm
Existing in calm solidarity with the sky
Like the daily sunset part of the norm
A quiet shower of exquisite colors up high
The way that I love you
Is not all-consuming, not greedy
It is encompassing and free
It is softly flowing yet steady
Jul 23, 2016
Jul 23, 2016 at 9:35 AM UTC
Wish I could read
All day and night
Under the sun or moon
The stars or high noon
Wish I could write
About all in the world and life
What is in my heart, my mind
And everything else I can find
Wish I could voyage
The world is paradise to explore
Meet every face
Photograph every place
Wish I could sing
Belt out an off tune
No worry of being wrong
Just pour myself in a song
Wish I could dance
Lose myself in an empty room
Swirl and twirl around
Sway to every beat, every sound
Wish I could dream
Gaze faraway and sigh
Discover inspiration there and here
Make all the sitting thoughts stir
Wish I could love
Express my heart and soul
Utter a confession
Live each day with passion
Wish I could be happy
Wish I could be,
Me.
May 23, 2016
May 23, 2016 at 12:45 PM UTC
You are the cold silent breeze
I am the wild windstorm
You are the gentle humming of the leaves
I am the startling blare of thunder
You are the first ray of sunshine after a downpour
I am the piercing lightning
You are the fleeting floating clouds of cotton
I am the cumulonimbus cloud brewing a monsoon
You are the smell before and after the rain
You are the calm before and after the storm
I am the chaos in between
Enclosing me in your peaceful clasp
Embrace me
Tighter
May 21, 2016
May 21, 2016 at 5:48 PM UTC
April has been full of warmth.
April has been a lovely dream.
Golden sunshine in between book pages,
butterflies fluttering in their cages.
Still summer afternoons, a loving sigh,
walking under the moonlit sky.
Spontaneous evening rendezvous,
midnight musings ensue.
Walking behind to steal glances,
the heart silently prances.
Memorizing the curves of each hair,
tracing the freckles on skin so fair.
Talking about love and nonchalance,
coy smiles as a response.
A cigarette between her fingertips,
I gaze longingly at her glossed lips.
After endless dialogue,
it is time for the epilogue.
May 21, 2016
May 21, 2016 at 5:35 PM UTC
If you have ever drowned
In someone
You would know all reason
Is gone
When you cannot breathe
And gasp for air
Because all you can think about
Is her pretty hair
One which flows in black waves, tied back
Dry and unkempt
But she is still the most beautiful person
You have ever met
Finding comfort in the lonely
Disdain for humanity
I will grow up like her
I want to grow old with her
Apr 4, 2016
Apr 4, 2016 at 11:13 AM UTC
People would ask how we met and I would tell them,
You’re the boy who was bored at work and always called my phone but not talk
I was the girl who knew it was you but pretended not to
You’re the boy on the bus I always sat beside
You’re the boy who switched seats with me when it was raining and the roof was leaking above
You’re the boy who never brought an umbrella and walked under the rain
It looked fun and I loved the rain hence, I did too
You’re the boy who admired James Dean
You’re the boy who went straight to the culture and politics section of the bookstore
I was the girl who went straight to the poetry and literature section
You’re the boy who liked iced cold beer
I was the girl who liked green tea frappe
You’re the boy who liked bars and pubs
I was the girl who liked cafes and libraries
You’re the boy I spent cigarette breaks with
I was the girl who didn’t smoke and never will
You’re the boy I loved conversing with
I was the girl who kept to herself
You’re the boy I never thought I’d write about
You’re the boy who wanted to be a diplomat
I was the girl who wanted to be a psychologist
Yet our paths crossed
Feb 4, 2016
Feb 4, 2016 at 9:55 AM UTC
The birds chirp, it’s six o’clock in the morning
It’s the seventeenth summer of my life and still counting
The sun has risen for a brand new day
The night flew by and the clouds gave way
The windows and doors are being opened for the sun to enter everyone’s home
Even the rose chases the sun and bails out of its dome
Every kitchen is filled with the smell of pancakes, bacons, and sunny side-ups
Everyone is reading the morning paper while drinking coffees from their cups
Everyone else is starting a sunny brand new day
As for me, I haven’t got a single slumber come my way
I’d been up all night tossing and turning trying to get some sleep
I drank my milk, read a book yet I’m too excited to write this poem that on dreamland I lost the trip
Dec 6, 2015
Dec 6, 2015 at 10:56 AM UTC
I sleep to escape the bitterness reality has to offer
I sleep so from pain I won’t have to suffer
I sleep to calm my unrested soul even for a while
I sleep to get myself to dream and smile
I sleep so I won’t have to say goodbye
To the same thing that makes me laugh and cry
I sleep so I can continue loving with all my heart
Perhaps in my sleep we will never be apart
If in my dreams you can return my love too
Then I won’t have to wake up and be blue
If in my dreams we can be together
I would sleep forever
Dec 4, 2015
Dec 4, 2015 at 3:52 PM UTC
Don’t look down and frown
Tilt your head towards the sky
See the millions of stars
Like glitters spilled on a black parchment
Look at the stars
See how they shine only for you
To make you happy
The universe loves you
You don’t need any special lad or lady
The universe loves you
The universe which is the most beautiful
The most powerful
The most important amongst everything else
The universe loves you
And it’s more than enough
Stop for a second and embrace the night
Stare at the stars shining
They shine for you
Feel the wind hug you
Sing to you in a chilling voice
Like the most melodious soprano
Hear the leaves whisper your name
Murmuring encouragement and happiness
You might not realize it yet
Because your thoughts are seized from you
Of who or what you might need and have and want
But they don’t matter
Once you learn to love yourself
Truly love yourself
You’ll see the stars shine only for you
The universe is there to make you happy
Oh, little girl
You’re the most beautiful thing
Don’t be sad
The universe loves you
And it’s more than enough
Nov 30, 2015
Nov 30, 2015 at 4:37 PM UTC