MMV Abad

MMV Abad Sep 2011

You are my sunshine
A splendid warmth
Such a joy in my heart.

You are my rain
Innocent longing tears
I dry them with kisses.

You are my heaven
Enchanting face so bright
My little delight.

You were tiny back then
My little man
Now you’ve grown up.

Still you have that smile
So amazing
Simply dazzling.

You are my little one
Mine to hold
My gift from above.

(c) MMV Abad @ Aug 29, 2009
I am so in love with him. My little guy is growing up.'

MMV Abad Sep 2011

Love and Deception

It started with one call
A silly girl’s prank
I shouldn’t have agreed
I have my decency.

You were fooled by my friend
Gave you a false name
She laughed with you at ease
I listened with such tense.

Suddenly, she was gone
The phone was in my hand
I heard your warm voice
Reluctantly, I spoke.

You didn’t realize
Didn’t seem to notice
It had been a tease
Thus, began a tale of lies.

Some things to clarify;
I am a lady
I have my dignity
I think myself highly.

But to hear you- a treat
To know you more- a gift
What am I to do?
You know I love you.

For every deception
I’d given up my soul
For every sweet lies
I’d swallowed my pride.

Caught in my own game
A web of my own making
My conscience haunts me
The truth must be free.

Will you love me for being me?

(c) MMV Abad @ Sep 9, 2009
'Her love story - A young woman faces the consequences of her actions.'

MMV Abad Sep 2011

Fruit Bearing Trees

Criticism is a law of life,
and still, an awful price.
It speaks for the best of men,
and yet, crushes many dreams.
It is an excellent reminder,
for us to strive… work better.

We may never win, as we take the test.
We may please some, but never the rest.

Facing criticism may be tough.
We tend to break and lose all hopes.
Better think of trees,
bearing the most sweetest fruits.
And of little boys,
mischievous, hungry for sports.

How they ignore trees without fruits,
but love to throw at trees bearing fruits.

'Conquering criticism.'
(c) MMV Abad @ Nov 18, 2009

MMV Abad Sep 2011

Becoming a Man

How she wanted to be a man,
to be the conqueror of worlds.
Glory will be in her hands.
She will speak of her mind,
and the nation will listen.

How she envied every man.
He who has the strength,
to make his dreams come true.
And he who has the pride,
to speak of all his women.

How she wished she was a man.
To be free from her disguise,
as she ventures through the night.
And to roam the wildest streets,
no chaperone… on her own.

Yet, she wouldn’t sacrifice,
Her pretty pearls and laces.
Some true lady’s delight.
And she won’t give up her gift,
to bear the child of her man.

(c) MMV Abad @ Dec 18, 2009
'Being a woman at its best. But still...'

MMV Abad Sep 2011

Haven

I can hear their voices
Bewildered, in chaos
No more laughter, no more cajoling
My turn to sneer.

A lover has come
Poor soul, how they mock him
How they tease him
But, they wouldn’t dare tell him.

Go on find me!
I urge them
My lover waits
Grows impatient by the minute.

Pitiful being
He doesn’t feel
He doesn’t understand
My heart belongs to someone else.

My back aches
My heart hurts more
Ironies of life
Unfair, unjust!

Here I am trapped with him
When I should be with you
Yet, how would you know?
You have chosen another.

Frantic footsteps approaching
Angry, worried whisperings
Searching for me
I can only smile bitterly.

Go on find me!
Burn this place if you please!
Warm liquid in my eyes
My soul cries.

Life barbarism!
Man selects his woman as he desires
A woman waits to be seen
Why can’t a woman walk up to the man she pleases?

Easy talk below, assurances
Finally he is leaving
But, I won’t budge
Not just yet.

I’m in the solace of my own embrace
Let me dry my tears
That I can be stronger
To crawl out into the world once more.

(c) MMV Abad @ Sept 15, 2009
'Her love story - Anguish.'

MMV Abad Sep 2011

Internet Addict

Sleep deprived,
I have lost weight.
With only three to four hours of sleep.
He said, "Quit it or I'll get it!"

Dark circles,
under my eyes.
I looked like a white faced zombie.
He warned, "Get in control or else!"

Unfocused,
hard to hear him.
I am entranced with great wonders.
He told me, he misses the old me.

Awaken,
my conscience stirred.
Yet, addicting power overwhelms.
Now he threatened me, he will cut it!

Unfeeling,
but still caring.
He said, he'll stop paying for the Net!
I laughed... shot back, "I'll rent somewhere else!"

(c) MMV Abad @ Jan 8 2010
'So I became a net addict because of a friend - bad, bad thing.'

MMV Abad Sep 2011

A Poem for Me

Do me a poem my sweet.
Recalling our younger years.
How we used to write notes.
Now, my heart longs for your words.

I want a poem my dear.
I’ll treasure every bit of it.
Make it sweet or corny,
I promise, I will be happy.

You said, you have lost touch.
Tried and tried but, no such luck.
No more beautiful rhymes.
Yet, still… I know you’ll find the lines.

I know you do love me.
This fact, I am always certain.
Your gestures say it all.
Do me a poem, don’t let me down.

Write me a poem, my love.
You know I can make the words.
I can say what you feel.
But, it is never the same.

I want a poem from you.
Write your promise that is so true.
Make me smile, my darling.
Let me fall in love again.

(c) MMV Abad @ Jan 14, 2010
'Missing my husband's love letters.'