To write is to be free.
An expression of one’s feelings.
It is a way to breathe,
to shout, cry and even to laugh.


Writing is to embrace,
A fantasy world you can own,
have a life you like,
aches and triumphs of your choice.


How, my heart beats to write-
My serenity… my passion!
Poetry is my sin…
my escape from realism.

My heart bangs achingly.
Hear it thumps like crazy.
Your nearness makes it worse.
How it desires for you.

No such words from my lips,
but see it in my eyes,
believe it in my soul.
The love I have for you.

Hear it and understand.
Come now and ease its pain.
Hear my gloomy heart out.
It only beats for you.

Starless night,
no fear but tears and gloom.
Icy heart,
breaking with ceaseless pain.
Memories,
dark shadows of today.
You I see,
and yearn for yesterday.
Closed pages,
bitter end of friendship.
Heart aches,
mine tonight to keep.
Dawn’s promise,
new morning light to see.
As heart mends,
lonesome memories fade.

He says he’s going to make it,
no friends and all.
Who needs people to rob your trust?
He tells me so.
Abuse you with their evil deeds?
Best be alone.
And so, he lives all by himself.
Rises and sleeps,
enjoying his tranquility.
He writes and reads
to live… keep his sanity, sane.
Some perfect life.
No worries, no disappointments.
Yet, no laughter.
No one to share his dreams or joys,
no one to love.
Now, how can he call that living?
No life at all.

He tells you, how pretty you are.
Like a budding rose,
exquisite and unique.
Some heart-warming lines.
You know what to do.


He says, he wants to talk to you.
Listen to your tale.
How your voice inspires him.
He’ll buy you anything.
You ask for a drink.


He speaks and raves about your looks.
Tells you, you’re special.
He is in love with you,
and wants to be with you.
You know his sort.



Such man has ways with his words
He could be a charmer,
who lies and cheats.
But never a bad man,
just a lost, lonely one.


An evil man is the one you love.
The one you’ll surely die for.
Yet never, he looks at you,
Doesn’t feel, never notices.
Your unspeakable heartache.

She reminds me of a withered tree
Leathery and dry
Gone is the luster of a skin so fair
Diminished beyond repair
Her jet-black hair, shiny and vibrant
Turned snowy white
Fresh and sweet aroma of her youth
To a scent of an old rose
Her healthy frame lost its vigor
My ancient lady
So delicate… so fragile
Time awaits her
Yet, her eyes speak
Wisdom of the world
Her toothless mouth smiles
The joys of her past years.

My heart melts with his gaze,
quiet smiles of his.
He adores me.

His confident whispers,
Sweet tickles in my ears.
He confides in me.

Such a true gentleman,
my delightful romance.
He cares for me.

He writes my initials,
so unique and special.
He’s in love with me.

Alas, the truth unveils,
a beloved, he speaks.
She is not me.

We said goodbye so soon.
How my heart had ached.
Yet, a deed that must be done,
nothing we can do.

You are my greatest friend,
who understands me.
A brother that I've hoped,
you're a heaven sent.

Maybe soon, it will end.
We shall meet again.
Until then, my dear friend,
Here, I'll always be.

I thought of you today.
How I miss the good times,
looking through each others' eyes,
laughing at your mischief.

He was always jealous.
You and me together.
But we are never lovers,
only best friends forever.

How I miss your humor,
your ideas and fun.
How I miss your arrogance,
annoying yet so true.

Alchemist in disguise,
you are indeed my witch.
Missing you so, my dear friend.
Will you ever write again?

Just a familiar face
Right across the place
Once or twice, our eyes locked
Uninterested, no spark
Then, fate intervened
Our paths became one
Different as we are
Still not a glitter
We spoke a little
Simple questions
Short responses
The feeling of unease
Something about your voice
Its beauty up so close
Your solemn gaze
A captivating stare
With your divine scent
My heart skipped a beat
Can’t wait for tomorrow
To be near you once more
Maybe you’re a sorcerer
A love spell caster
How I long for you
I’m in love with you.

Come forth my friend,
don’t be afraid.
No need to hide,
give it a try.
Others may think,
you are not a beauty.
With your little spark,
they’ll judge you harshly.
But you are God’s creation,
His pride, his perfect invention.
Crafted by His own very hands,
to be the keeper of His lands.
Come out my friend,
you are a rare find.
Go on inspire,
go light your fire.

Beauty is something for the eyes to see.
It could be the marvelous ocean,
under the pink and blue horizon.
A budding rose in a quiet garden,
where colorful butterflies, flutter by.
A little girl, vibrant with youth.
How her innocence captures our hearts.
Women with such sophistication.
How charming men fight for her affection.

Indeed, beauty is for the eyes to feast.
Such misfortune it isn’t forever.
How easily can it change its form?
Sunny day into a violent storm,
destroying properties dear to men.
Lovely flowers decaying into nothing,
their sweet smell clearly forgotten.
Young girls becoming battered women
with looks beyond recognition.

Maybe beauty is for the eyes alone.
Yet, a lasting beauty is not to be seen.
It is for the heart to understand and feel.
Everything under the sun has its flaws,
some real and vicious laws of nature.
But if we recognize them as they are,
delight in the good side of everything,
ugly circumstances as they may seem.
Beauty in our hearts will always remain.

Flowers bloom then wither,
autumn gives way to winter.
Sunny day to rainy day,
dawn ending to dusk.

Life span for the living,
a limit for everything.
The sky has its border,
ocean and seas have floors.

Mere human as you are-
delicate and fragile.
Your strength put to test,
patience comes to end.

Yet tomorrow, you try again,
perseverance is the game.
No limits for trying,
your hopes undying.

Time can be an eternity,
Ungenerously slow and cruel
How it affects one’s sanity,
to wait as it painfully rolls.

One may choose to sleep it all.
Take no notice, just let it pass.
Others try to tolerate time,
Opens their eyes, no other chance.

Thus, time can be strikingly fast.
No warning, no roars of thunder.
Just some merciless lightning flash.
It hits at life’s finest hour.

Have you told her how much you care?
Have you grabbed that opportunity?
Move on for your destiny,
Waste not, time can really fly.