I Love You, At First

I Love You, At First you walked past by me wearing a dashing smilewith the sun so hot and up, but the air was coolcould it be, because of your easy-breezy presence, I was beguiled?or was it just me feeling the numbness of my senses I could drool? your smile I can’t forget and your

Your Eyes

I looked   closely steadily into your eyes wanting to see the smile of hope of love of compassion of kindness the smile that can only be seen through your eyes as your beautiful lips with perfect white teeth that used to reveal your truest emotions is now hidden, covered for how long we don’t know

I Remember You

  ’twas not so long agoI came to know youover exchange ofsmall talks and “hi” and “hello”how long has it been?I can’t even remember thenbut I remember you in dayswhen I’ve run out of things to doand my muse is in an ultimate unannounced breakI remember you over galleries of photographsand stunning images of people,

Six Feet Apart- a diamond etheree

For Kate’s Friday Fun – Social Distancing Friday Fun – social distancing Iwoke upbewildered,baffled, perplexedupon the world andbeyond, the love we knewis to hug,  touch lovinglylean in, hold and make eye contacta little bit closer builds affectionfondness, attachment, and besottednesslove, in itself, is already trickyactions, endearments, simplify ithow is love now? six feet apart?like the Hollywood

Still

eight months in isolationeight monthsand still countingit wasn’t easynever easy at all’twas scary’twas blurryit felt like standing on the edgeyou have no way to gono chance to runno place to hideno one to lean onand you are leftwith no one and nothingnothingbut the edgeso you learn to keep stillkeep stillamidst chaos and turmoilall through the

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Six Months After

“you are beautiful amidst adversaries, you are resilient amidst tragedies.” it has been over six months since I last held your hands and kissed you goodnight; it was the longest six months of our lives. others have succumbed to the tragedy, a tragedy no man would ever wish to go through. a tragedy I never

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