it will come when your heart is ready for it
you wouldn't see it coming
but it will arrive with just the right amount of everything

it will arrive and it will stay,
even if you don't pour your whole heart
it will stay even if you leave some parts for yourself

it will stay and not call you too much
it will stay and you wont have to beg

you will thank yourself for letting go of the wrong ones
because you are meant for bigger things

The gardenias bloom
All at once
Circling the silent pond
That sits still
Like fluid glass
Rimmed with silver

I stare at my grandma
As she forces a comb
Through the unruly strands of silver
Falling over her wrinkled forehead.

She has lived long
Eighty years now
She has seen men and women
Die for an ideal

I fervently hope
That she will tell these stories
Even when I lie in my
Deathbed.

I'm a forgone conclusion
    and an empty promise.
    My words fail to inspire.
    My loves are always lost.
    Trouble always finds me.
    Read between the lines and
    find the real me with you
    inside my heart on my sleeve.

Times when the heart doesn’t feel its own beat
Lost, maybe some part of it forever displaced
Work makes sure, time is passed
Together, still doesn’t help
Stuck in some redundancy
Maybe, they work well, separately
Time and work
Maybe it’s for words to see