i know i shouldn’t make excuses,
to love gently with magic kisses;
for even the hardest of all hearts
melt when filled with caresess.

so tonight i send you this light,
to guide your way make it right;
for no matter how great our strife
i love you eventhough and despite.

the space between us is daunting,
we can go on endless blame throwing;
for lo, truth be told it is our own doing
love left us before we started believing.

and so upon this blurry midnight sky,
i ask the universe to send you a lullaby;
with warm embraces and a loving cry
“i love you, let’s give it another try.”

For Sadje’s

Heaven (Sealed and Delivered)

Heaven (Sealed and Delivered)


they say is peace
tonight your kiss;
i tasted, and i thought

what would i need to do
to keep your kiss forever?


they say is joy
tonight your embrace;
i felt, and i wondered

how much longer
can i hold you in my arms?


they say is utopia
tonight your love;
i welcomed, and i pondered

how much would it cost
to have your love always?


i write this letter
to you my love;
sealed, and i marveled

will heaven hear my plea
to have you ’till eternity?

For Reena’s

Vote -That Firewoman on Spillwords

My poem “That Firewoman”, a poem I wrote in celebration of the International Firefighters Day last May 4, 2023 is nominated for Publication of the Month on Spillwords Press NYC along with other brilliant pieces from amazing poets/writers worldwide.

Thank you to Dagmara K. and to the entire team of Spillwords for publishing my poem and for their support to all of my works.

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Hush (A Triple Haiku)

Hush (A Triple Haiku)

good- natured fellow
ready to snuggle with you
warm comfortable love.

“hush” the loving one
adorable playful and fun
best buddy to relax.

good – natured fellow
come run let us have some fun
end the day with love.

Suzette’s prompt guidelines

• Write: A) a haiku, OR: B) a tanka on the theme of “a favorite way to relax / unwind”

Bleeding Pen

Bleeding Pen

my pen bleeds
of sadness and heartaches;
of pains and griefs,
of troubles and sorrows,
’till when?
i don’t know,
maybe until the sadness ends,
or the heartaches cease,
(do they?)
maybe when the pain is over
or grief is long gone,
(will they?)
for now,
i will let it bleed
let it flow,
don’t worry it will be over
maybe not soon
but it will;
and when it happens know,
that you will become, nothing but
a recorded soliloquy of a once bleeding pen.



pain is the initial cut of the scalpel
upon an open surgery,
dissecting through the deepest part of my body
’till the anesthesia,
takes in full control bringing me to a complete sleep –
pain, is gone;
i knew pain that way –
but, absolute pain doesn’t feel like that at all,
not even close,
it feels like a million initial cuts of millions of scalpels upon an open surgery,
with the anesthesia completely numbing your mind, but not your body;
and you slowly agonize as each layer of your skin is being lacerated –
your mind wonders; your soul afloats,
your body wishes for a slow motion movement,
hoping that at some point,
you’d be completely free from the pain-
but, lo and behold, no!
as the clock ticks faster, the pain gets more excruciating,
with every cut a multi layered wound is opened,
feeling the pain against the pain – agonizing upon the thought,
that i only have two options left before i lost control of my sanity – 
one, i’d signal a stop
two, i’d endure the pain;
i chose the latter –
i’d hold on to my pain no matter what,
‘cos for now that’s the only connection i have with you.

pain is the wound i try to heal with bandages
and medications; or so i thought.

For Reena’s Exploration Challenge

Let the Waters Run Dry(Discipline – An acrostic poem)

Let the Waters Run Dry
(Discipline – An acrostic poem)

d -istance is killing me with the oceans and shores lingering apart,
i – it’s the closest way to break and topple-down even the bravest of hearts.

s – ilence in between sighs; i hear, is an agonizing act of longing ‘cos we’re apart,
c – could it be that we loved dearly only for one to take on the other side?

i – dread the thought of waters in the sea never to run dry,
p -lease tell me it will; for i couldn’t wait any longer.

l – ove me with the love of the waves to the shore, and the love of the seagull to the midnight sea call.

i – lluminate me with the light of your soul as i await for the break of dawn,
n – urture me with the warmth of your memory as i hold you still in my heart,
e -mbrace me with your affectionate thoughts as i await for you on the other side.

Punam’s prompt guidelines

• Write an acrostic poem on any one of the following words:

• Discipline;

• Enthusiasm;

• Meditation;

• Tumult;

• Trouble.

Missing Piece

Missing Piece

the picturesque city
that once lured my youth is now empty and dull,
the vibrant university belt
that once enticed my innocence is now idle and dreary,
the chaotic intersection
that once charmed my imagination is now bare and somber,
for it has one missing piece;

the melodious hyms of love
that once made me giggle is now
jarring and harsh,
the joyous rhythm of poetic rhymes
that once made me dream is now
gloomy and sad,
the cheerful verses
that once made me chuckle is now
depressing and sad,
for it has one missing piece;

the sweetness and bitterness
of coffee that once perked up my mood is now bland and flat,
the delicious taste of croissant
that once made me indulge with gusto
is now unpleasant and horrible,
the flavorful and delectable foods
that once tempted my fussy taste
is now stale and boring,
for it has one missing piece;

everything just turned sad and blue,
everything just turned stale and gray,
everything just turned muted and faded,
even this poem has lost its heart and soul;
without you.

For Eugi’s Prompt

There Ain’t Snowflakes

There Ain’t Snowflakes

there’s no room for winter in the tropics
yet i’m freezing,
feels like temperature is cold enough for snowflakes to fall
but there ain’t snowflakes though, as summer’s heat is just around the corner-
i’m still cold as ever; the heat is not offering a single comfort,
nothing, i still can’t believe i lost you
over rainbows and butterflies;
in my mid-summer’s night dream,
the moon’s amazing grace do me no real favor,
i’m still feeling cold, and i don’t know how to let go-
of the wanting,
of the longing,
for a new season to come; maybe spring or autumn,
i could welcome –
winter, spring, summer, or fall;
i don’t give a damn,
just let me make it through all the seasons of my life,
‘cos for now,
it’s still getting colder,
and here i am ’bout to whisper the coldest, saddest phrase; and
it has your name in it,
“i miss you”.



you give me the gift of sight when i can’t see,

you grant me the gift of sound when i can’t hear,

you offer me warmth when i can’t feel,

you present me with flavor when i can’t savor,

you bestow me with fragrance when i can’t perceive smell.

you bequeath me with wisdom when i don’t understand,

you offer me with direction when i don’t find my way,

you furnish me with details when i don’t comprehend,

you supply me with energy when i lose hope.

you support me even if i don’t ask you to,

you indulge me with love even if i don’t love you back,

you clothed me with kindness even if i am ungrateful,

you accommodate me all the time even if i always run away.

i don’t know what i have done to deserve you,

i don’t know what to do to repay you,

i don’t know what to say to express my gratitude,

all i know is you are always there for me no matter what and regardless of.