Long Have I waited



“Long have I waited, waited for you;

you, who have completely turned my world

overwhelmingly upside down.”

Oh, how I waited for this moment a moment in time when I finally get to hold you again. 

How long has it been? So long, you said so long.

It might have been so long dear, but I swear I remember. I remember how you dearly gazed into my eyes, your eyes meeting mine, making promises – promises of love, though not spoken our hearts truly know what those looks meant.

It was a look of love. A look of longing. A look for hoping. A look of wanting. And a look of wishing.

I remember how it felt when you held my hand. Yours was shaking; mine was seriously frozen. And yet, in just a momentary snap of a finger, we lost it. We lost it, my love. It was the kind of losing, you felt home. It was the kind of losing you are secured. It was the kind of losing you never wanna wish to be “found” again.

And for so long my love, I wanna get lost again. Lost in your arms, beside you. 

It was still. It was solitude. 

I can still remember. I can still feel it. 

And still longing. Still wanting.

Even with your arms wrap around me.

for Sadje’s WDY

Dreams Do Come True


This a lengthy post, longer than my usual posts. Below is the actual post I made here on WordPress seven years ago. I am sharing it all with you guys because I never thought that, that one single moment of “airport boredom” could actually change my life and my perspective about writing and publishing. I started out with only a few followers. My first post (one below) had three ( 3) likes. 

Seven years after, my Word Press family grew bigger. I’ve met interesting, talented, and, supportive bloggers/writers/poets, and eventually made friends with them. It has been a wonderful seven blogging/writing years. (I’d write a different post about the amazing people I’ve met here)

My first few years were a bit off, so to say. I didn’t know which and what direction to take as a writer or blogger or poet. I graduated with a bachelor’s degree in Journalism so, I must be equipped with the basic knowledge in writing. I was a student writer as well back then, so writing is really not new anymore. I was also a teacher – coach for all of my students’ (including my own children) writing competitions, and I did pretty well as a coach the, I made champion writers out of my students and my daughter as well. 

Never did I thought that one day, I will be writing again myself, the least publish my own book. That one  “airport boredom”  piece of poetry prompted to many more WP posts/poetry. After years of struggling to find my voice, I made a breakthrough in poetry with my “Summer Rain” poem series – a poetry series in honor and remembrance of my beloved father you is now reunited in heaven with our creator. The response was very overwhelming and I realized I must be really doing something right. That time, I was posting under my pen name “michnavs”, with no profile bio or even a photo. My readers and followers were completely unaware of who I am/was. Then, came my next struggle. Should I go public about my identity? I don’t even have any social media accounts. I was enjoying the that I was writing anonymously. WP was my sort of my “virtual self”. Some of my closest friends and family don’t even know I was in WordPress. 

Well, until of course opportunity happens. Luck happens. Great thing happens. I had the best opportunity of working with Perak Women for Women Society, in helping to create awareness on abuse and violence. (I’d write a separate post to honor these lovely women)

I wrote my first book Last 2019. It was well-received in Ipoh, Perak. And then, the next is history, they say. Writing and speaking gigs happened one after the other. It boosted my confidence and I made several submissions to different international poetry platforms and online magazines. Surprisingly, my first ever submission was chosen among the hundreds of poems submitted. And, before I realized, I was making submissions almost every week and got published and made few award nominations too. ( I will write another post about my submission journey)

I then made my debut in the online publishing during the pandemic. My first ebook was well-received too, and thus, it gave birth to more, better, and greater opportunities.

Currently, as I mentioned in my previous post, I am working on some amazing projects.

I am expanding my poetry and my advocacy on “abuse and violence”, via my online instructional videos and awareness campaign. 

So, to all of my WP followers and readers, you will now be able to finally see the face behind “Michnavs” and behind all of my poetry. 

Final announcements and links will follow soon.

With this, I say, over and over again “dreams do come true” – even when you least expect it. Just quiet yourself and listen to what the universe is telling you. And, wait, just wait for that “perfect timing”.

“So hush now, the universe is telling you something”. (oh, my I think I just have another poetry collection theme)

Watch out for my second book too.

Thank you all wonderful WordPress people….cheers…

Thank you to my family for all of their support and encouragement. I would have not done it without them.


My first WP post (https://michnavs.wordpress.com/2013/04/01/fly-high-flight-5j-799/)

I am a mother of four. A former college English Professor. It’s been two long years since I quit my job to be with my four beautiful girls—— full time. This means I got to prepare breakfast for them, drive them to school, pick them up in the afternoon, and tutor them in the evening. It’s exhausting but very rewarding. (and oh, in case you wanna know I am lean and fit at sighhhhhh…36 …they say I am the eldest version of my children) And as a usual reward, my husband would fly us all to Singapore every summer… for the past years, we’ve been flying through Cebu Pacific. I discovered that it’s very affordable not only that the flight attendants are really friendly…my list could actually go a long way so I wrote them down in poetry.. in case I haven’t mentioned I’m a self-proclaimed writer (Whatever that is……)

On a chilly morning

I hear your voice ringing;

signals a new beginning

wishing for a happy ending.

On this motion-filled place

I see your image as I trace;

signifying a new world to face

hoping it to be an enchanting maze.

On this seat, I first had your touch

feeling the warmth, marvelous as such;

waits as we soar waits as I catch

flying so high the sky within my touch.

Seven years and still flying

with you it’s wonderful and enchanting;

discovering new worlds so amazing

watching the stars oh breathtaking.

“thank you for flying with us

making Cebu pacific your airline of choice”;

intercom interrupting as I chase

ending a dream with a smile on my face.

through the years we’ve been in the sky

enjoying the heavens so might;

flying like the rich and famous safely

without being costly.


this is not a paid article… I just thought you guys wanna travel in style minus the guilt of overspending for an airline ticket.

fly high and enjoy…..see you…

Greater Things Are Unfolding Soon

“The universe will conspire

to make your dreams come true

to make your mystical life a reality

to make it happen just as you wish it”

If you ask me if I wanted anything else in life, I’d say no. I don’t think there is anything else that I would want for in life rather than raising well-mannered and grounded children. 

But not because I don’t want anything else doesn’t mean, don’t have my dreams. I still have my dreams. And I believe that dreams really do come true. It can happen anytime in your life – even when you least expect it.

You just have to quiet yourself, learn to listen to what the universe is telling you. You don’t need to rush, no need to push, no need to complain, no need to whine. You have to wait for that perfect timing, perfect moment. 

“Perfect timing” for some happens at the prime of their youth – young, single, and full of life, that’s wonderful. While others “perfect timing” may come too late in life – married, with children, a bit matured in age, and that is still perfectly fine. 

My “perfect timing” happens. My “dreams do come true” happens. 

Yours will happen too, in time.

Inspired by the prompt of Eugi;


“You melt my heart in
A way no else has.”

It’s amazing how a single word can change a single thought, and a single word can melt a heart.

But you, my love, without a doubt, don’t need to say a word to change my mind or melt my heart.
Your presence is more than enough.

The smoothness of your arms tickled me; your strong jaw mesmerized me and, your broad shoulders made me feel so secured.

“You melt my heart in
A way no else has.”

for Sadje’s

Love, As It’s Called





I love you with the love that is sometimes triumphant and sometimes sad, sometimes purposeful and sometimes lost.

love that is  filled with poetry,

love that is strong enough to imprint itself onto the world around you,

love that changes the way I experience life,

love that makes me ache for the ordinary,

love that makes me want to be selfish, just a little bit longer, to just be selfish for just a little while longer,

love that hurts like nothing, 

love that holds on through everything,

love that can get swept away by the tide,

love that restores, like water,

love that leaves a lover grieving,

love that glows.

P.S. I am writing my new book guys, please watch out

When Beauty and Poetry Collide

your laughter can be contagious
your smile can be infectious
and when you speak of poetry
you light up the room
like no one else has
like nobody else has

when poetry and beauty collide
love resides, truly in your heart


my poet heart is so pleased to have met a beautiful young woman who loves poetry…

thank you @mgauxvenuscumd

Seasons of Love

seasons of love

Without meaning to lie, they will teach you half-truths: they will tell you love is sweet only in the summers of one’s youth.

They will tell you love is real if, and only if, it survives the harshest winters.

They will tell you love must die like autumn leaves in order to be beautiful. They will tell you “don’t trust spring — because the flowers in the breeze are not worth the threat of rain.” They will tell you these things because they have learned nothing.

At its truest form, love is a study in seasons.

Love is as much the huddle for warmth when the weather is cold, as it is the sweat on your back when it’s time for the sun.

It is afternoon peace, when you welcome the night with its stars and its chill; but it is also bravery, when you’re given the promise of morning but can’t be given the promise of a gentle morning.

Love is magical, love is mystical, and it is whimsical too; you can even ask my crystal ball…

For kate’s Friday – Fun

and Eugenia’s weekly prompt

You Are Home

there are many ways to make the world good
the ones that we know most of
are exciting and impressive
world leaders, scientific innovators,
inspired thinkers, and selfless doers
but there are other ways
to make the world good; quieter ways
making a home
where good people can grow
is perhaps the most rewarding one

in the warmth of my palm
and in the comfort
of my love
you are home

in the warmth of my palm
and in the comfort
of my love
you are home

written for Sadje’s

Unlike Anyone Else

I kept your love
close to my heart
and held gently in my hand
in the tenderness of my palm
in the comfort of my body
I love you, unlike anyone else
or anything else
it is with the same love
that I hope they will love you back
love you back for all of the many good reasons
like when they wake up in the morning
with all, of the glorious morning sunshine
bathing them all over
and upon that same sunshine
rain slowly drizzle
giving life to all and everyone
and when its over,
a touch of colorful rainbow
gaze upon them
giving them hope
for a better and brighter day
and even with the thunderstorms
and floods and earthquakes
that may soon come,
they will still love you
and hold you gently
in their loving arms
knowing that one day
one day soon
it will surely be over
and once again
love will be uniquely shared
for now,
until then,

I love you gently
in the tenderness of my palm
in the comfort of my body
unlike anyone else
unlike anything else

I love you gently
in the tenderness of my palm
in the comfort of my body
unlike anyone else
unlike anything else

Inspired by the prompts of:

for Kate’s

and Eugi’s

In Your Eyes

I felt your pain
your agonizing pain
among the creases in your forehead
in between the blinking of your eyes
and even as your bedimpled face smiles
the smile I always remembered
gentle and sweet
tugs the heartstrings of my soul
lulls me to sleep and
tucks me to bed
but your pain
your pain
I can feel
keeps me awake
all through the night
and even with my eyes closed
I still see it
I see your pain
In your eyes

when you smile

I want to be the reason
you smile with your eyes

What Do You See

For Sadje’s What Do You See

What do you see # 48 – 21 September’20