In a world that sings with bright colors,
I dream for you, my son, in light.
With every hue, each gentle gleam,
I weave for you my hopeful dream.

May you find peace in who you are,
A brilliant, unique, shining star.
With laughter that breaks through the night,
And eyes that see with special sight.

I hope your heart knows boundless love,
A gift from earth and skies above.
With every word and every touch,
I wish you joy, so deep and much.

May you discover your own way,
With courage to embrace each day.
In a world that might not understand,
May you find strength to boldly stand.

I dream of friends who see your soul,
Who help to make your spirit whole.
With kindness, patience, and belief,
To share your joy and ease your grief.

May your mind dance with endless wonder,
Explore the world, above and under.
With questions sharp and answers vast,
Embrace the future, learn from the past.

I dream you'll find your voice, so true,
To sing the song that's only you.
A melody that's sweet and strong,
A place where you know you belong.

In every smile, in every tear,
I hold your dreams, I hold them near.
For you, my son, are bright and free,
A wondrous part of all that’s me.

So here’s my hope, my whispered prayer,
That life will treat you kind and fair.
With dreams that soar on wings of light,
I wish you love, pure and bright.

White Chocolate**

In a realm where ivory whispers dance,
Soft as moonbeams on a lover's glance,
Lies the essence pure, a taste so sweet,
White chocolate dreams where hearts do meet.

A symphony of creamy hues entwined,
Where tenderness and passion find
A canvas blank, yet richly spun,
A tapestry of two made one.

In twilight's tender, hushed embrace,
Where fingers trace a lover's face,
The world dissolves in pale delight,
As day gives way to velvet night.

Like white chocolate, melting slow,
Love's tender touch begins to flow,
Infusing warmth in every kiss,
A sugared breath, a silent wish.

Beneath the stars, where secrets lie,
Two souls conspire, a whispered sigh,
Wrapped in a bliss that's soft and rare,
A Caucasian love affair.

No bitter notes to mar the taste,
Just silken threads in sweet embrace,
A symphony of skin so light,
Love's pale glow in the quiet night.

Each touch, a promise softly told,
In whispers warm, in stories old,
Of love that's pure, untainted, bright,
Like white chocolate in the night.

So let us savor moments pure,
In this embrace, forever sure,
For in this love, both sweet and true,
White chocolate dreams are made for two.

When doors are closed and paths denied,
When hopes are dim and dreams have died,
Let them cast their shadows wide—
We'll find the light where hearts abide.
When words of doubt and whispers cold
Cut deep within and stories told,
Let them carve their molds of old—
We'll shape new worlds with courage bold.
When chances fade and moments pass,
When friends grow distant, skies turn vast,
Let them drift like blades of grass—
We'll root in soil that’s meant to last.
When tears have dried and nights are long,
When silence reigns where once was a song,
Let them linger, let them wrong—
We'll weave our strength, unwavering, strong.
For every no and every slight,
For every turn away from the light,
Let them think they've won the fight—
We'll rise anew, with hearts ignited.
In every fall, a lesson spied,
In every hurt, a truth implied,
Let them miss the spark inside—
We'll shine with love, undenied.

I grew up to know kindness is free,
you don't charge a dime for a kind deed.

I came to know a smile heals every thing,
it even drives the worries and is all you need.

And if rain or shine, I must not complain,
because someone may have need of it more than I.

I learnt that to win a good race,
I must first learn to stay in my lane.

I'm told it takes a strong mind if I want to be fast.
And if I fail, I must not quit and learn from the past.

I am taught if I need to get a head start
I have to train smart and not too hard.

All these I am taught and more to live by
And to always be thankful for all that's mine.

When we started, you always said: ' later's' babe?'
I survived each day on that phrase and counted the minutes away so I could return to hear you say it again.

Every day was beautiful and serene; like cocooned butterflies,we'd cling to each other - our love, our only solace, freedom and a new lease on life - a newness.

We would walk for hours any where and talk for hours till nothing's left.
Your presence enveloped my space once devoid of emotions - now sated.

Gradually, things changed to: 'I'll be late tonight babe'
I would pout, sigh then would say: 'later's babe'
A myriad of thoughts would land then take flight, taking my gut and heart far away for a ride; every time yearning, jolting myself from inside.

The ' I love you' turned to 'blank stares'
I would call, to hear you, each time you'd fade away.
And so each time I tell myself - tomorrow I'll call again.
So today, was the day I tried my best to remain sane.

The empty room and the howling winds are now my recent guests; they listen better to my silent sobs as it ricochets within the vacant room.
While the wind continues its chase, the emptiness became my solace.

You're my night,
You're my day,
You're my strength,
You're my life.
For those rare moments,
I thank you!

I thank you...
For singing our song,
When I couldn't remember the words;
For crying with me,
When I'm hurt.

I thank you...
For wiping away my tears,
When I just didn't want to;
For rejoicing with me,
When I'm happy!

I thank you...
For being there,
When I have no one to turn to;
For showing me you care,
When the world around me is not!

You're my joy,
You're my pain,
You're my song,
You're my love.
And for those rare moments,
I thank you!

Remembering those that are keeping it all together whilst being screamed at, humiliated, insulted, offended and hurt.

Those who feel like screaming but holding the meltdown in check.

Those who are frustrated and trapped and killing somebody seemed the best option but just do not have the right state of mind.

Those whom in the ugly face of violence, are still fighting for their right to freedom of choice.

Freedom for a right to live equally because, life has dealt them a hard hand. A right to be who they dream to be.

Those that are being mistaken for their tears as mere weakness.

Those that have lost their spirit to fight but are hoping-still.
Those who are in their lowest now but still faithful and pressing on despite everything.

Those that feel the need to cry but had to smile instead.
Those who live within their means but wish there could have been more or be more because of another brother, sister, relative in need.

Those who put every one elses need ahead of their own.

Lest we forget, you are remembered today.

She's strict yet kind, caring with a dark side.
She radiates with life, daring souls with their lives.
She's careful yet generous, devoted  and ferocious.
Her body is beautiful,  perfect and promising.
She dresses in white with green mixes, it's bewitching.
Her makeup is flawless, with soft tones yet ruthless.
Her hair stylishly careless, her gait, like a queen she caresses.
Her laughter is quietly soft, seldom boisterous, it lulls.
Her beauty, a curse, yet a blessing at a cost.
Her eyes glistens and excites,
Like liquid iron on fire.
Her lips blood red, it ignites dark exotic desires.
Her aura menacingly tangible, it feels wickedly gullible.
She wickedly smiles and winks,
You're now swooning, your heart sings.
She's planning your head on crossbows, here you are all butterflies and rainbows.
She reels you in, she knew you're ***** 'coz you're down on one knee.
She knows you're more than ready, your head is bowed and steady.
Her nails are sharp, cuts like Sabre's teeth, like claws and two - edged sword, it sinks.
She turns raising her hands and head, with it, blending blood, sweat and tears.
Her frame an ominous silhouette, is now engraved in your memory to remain.
She knows you'll never go astray, she's made certain in every way.
Her one true secret in this game,
She's ensnared you, she's not ashamed.
She's insanely happy you're now hers, only hers to torment without rest.

After a tiring week of never-ending emails and endless telphone calls, I needed quietness.
I walked to the beach to enjoy the cool sea breeze.
The day was luminous and beautiful.
As I face the sparkling, turqiose sea, the islands welcomed me.
Blue enamel and white fluffy clouds swathe the horizon.
It's so quiet...only the droning of the airplane at the far distance, then the dragon-fly wings, the lapping of the waves against the shore, the buzzing of the bee over my head and the pandanus leaves interrupt my reverie.
From some hidden spot in the grasses, a frog scolded the pilot for disturbing the peace.
Seagulls' called  from the far right; a chickadee chirped to my left.
A family of four sand ***** made an occassional dance, in search of food from where I sat.
A breathe of air stirred the palm trees and caused the fireweeds nearby to sway and shimmer.
The smell of seaweed was in the air. It was a fishy smell, a pungent, salty odour.
I felt the warmth of the scorching sun, despite the sheltering of the trees.
Here and there, fireweed seadpod split open, releasing the white soft cotton.
The sea breeze ruffled the water, I seemed to see a thousand silver -winged birds, dancing to their heart's content.