Bewitched

If I am to live for another 45 years, I’d spend it writing poetry about you only you and let me start by saying this brings me back to the day I first met you I was bewitched and totally beguiled by you from that day on forward I could never take away your charm

Odd

I am strange different from what is expected In science I am like an atom that possess an odd number of electrons In Mathematics I am a number not even divisible by two I always have one leftover as a remainder when divided by two They call me weird because I am different peculiar. queer.

Rest

“not because you’re holding on to thelight doesn’t mean you are out of the darkness.” Because not all lights are bound to illuminate your way. Not all good is beautiful, and that not all beautiful is good as well. Just as how you thought you’ve made the best choices, made the best decisions, and made

Who Murders Halloween

Cry

“and when I cry, I cry not because of the pain I cry because of the many times I wish you were beside me.” It has nothing to do with you, with what you did or did not do. It’s a cry of relief, a cry of sigh, and a cry of “coming home.” It’s

Ghost

they come in many formsfor the little onesit could be the famousCasper, the friendly ghostfor the adults and the believersof life after deathit could be their friends or loved onesvisiting them after deathsand for the joyful and adventurous onesit could be just another spooky Halloween talebut little do we know, or little do we recognizethe

Who Murders Halloween #spillwordshalloween

It wasn’t long ago that trick or treatingwas so much fun, where kids gather hangingaround the streets with their specialized masks oncreatively made by their doting moms for this occasionas their annoyed dads yelled over and complainedof a burnt cupcake in the oven or a dish uncooked read more… Who Murders Halloween?

I Stopped

“I tried so hard, and that’s the thing.Trying didn’t help so, I stopped.And it felt so good; missing youwithout trying not to.” And all this time I thought I mastered the art of concealing, the art of hiding what I really feel. I thought I learned the tricks and trade of smiling even when it

Who Am I?

    I am my mother’s daughter,dignified and loved. I am my siblings’ sister,adored and emulated. I am my friends’ confidant,trusted and honored. I am my nation’s obedient citizen,responsible and loyal. I am an empowered woman,independent and reliable. Above all, I am a proud mother,I who lovingly nurtures a child. Each deepened crease in my

I Don’t Know Why

I don’t know whyAnd I really don’t care whySome are quick to judgeAnd driven byWrong perceptionsAnd unrealistic expectationsWhen all that is needed is justOne good heart to see andOne good soul to feelWhat our naked eye cannot perceive