Peace

Peace

and just when you thought solitude
is what you need to live and survive
what if, it’s but a mere illusion?

in fact,

there isn’t stillness in seclusion?
there isn’t freedom in liberation?
there isn’t hope in ambition?

‘cos, no matter what you do

the war is in your head
the rage is in your soul
the inferno is in your heart

and, peace is just

a product of your imagination
a manufactured information
a fabricated deception

go, fight

the demon in your head
the evil under your bed
the culprit that said

“you are not good enough and you will never be”

accept the challenge

spring up. climb.
rise up. grow.

prove them all wrong.

unlock your fullest potential.

I Will Love You Forever, Again

I Will Love You Forever, Again

it’s been many days, many months, many years
i could barely remember the reason, the story behind
we parted ways, we said goodbye
but the pain of letting go, saying adieu
broke me in million little pieces
shattered me in million more ways

it’s been many days, many months, many years
we have moved on, we have moved forward
i could barely remember the challenges, the obstacles
i went through just to get by
forgetting you wasn’t easy, ’twas so damn hard
i was torn apart, i was wrecked, i was fragmented
i grieved in silence, i suffered in perfect serenity

it’s been many days, many months, many years
i could count more days, more months, many more years
i’ve mastered the art of smiling while agonizing
i’ve mastered the skills of being broken yet whole
i’ve mastered the way to move on while wanting to look back

it’s been many days, many months, many years
i am completely convinced, totally assured
that you are but, a fragment of my dream,
a beautiful memory of my past worth remembering as i smile, until on the 29th day
of the second month of the year,
you appeared my dear

and all the days, the months, the years that passed by were forgotten, set aside
would it be too late or too soon
to say my dear that i’ve missed you so
in all those days, those months
and those years, and if you may, let me say
“i promise to love you forever, again”

Appleseed (Jayson Polley)

Beaten, Taunted

Beaten, Taunted

i don’t know what hurt the most being beaten up or being taunted?

the beating produces bruises and wounds but eventually
it will heal, it will become a scar, a scar that will remind you
of the wars you’ve won, of the battles you’ve overcome
the scars, in effect, will make you a better, stronger, triumphant person
then you are healed of the traumas of the past
healed of your brokenness

but the humiliation and insults, do they even heal?
the damaging words uttered do they even fade away?
how do you mend a heart battered by indiscretion?
how do you cure a mind tortured by insults?
how do you rescue a soul drowning with indignity?

will there even be scars after each prejudicial word is said?
how do you cure ruined self-worth because of mortification?
i don’t know what hurt the most being beaten up or being taunted?

will someone tell me please, because i don’t really know anymore
which pain is worst, being beaten up or being taunted?

i can’t tell ‘though i had them both. 

Where Are You? (An Ode to Sanity)

Where Are You? (An Ode to Sanity)

must you be a dream in my make- believe realm
that i keep chasing in the silence of the night?
as i take the long road, in search of the light,
the promising yet blinding light
of rational sanity and reasonable tolerance
of steady balance and bountiful liberality
for it’s never easy, to relate to others
while making healthy choices

must you really be just a dream in my make- believe realm
that i keep seeking in the chaos of my head?
as i find my way, in pursuit of a solitary life ahead
a life of upswing recovery and ease healing
a life of peaceful acceptance and free- wheeling
for it’s never easy, to find joy and happiness
in the darkest of times, in the loneliest of moments

must you really be just a dream
i keep chasing in my head?

maybe. i don’t know.

yet,

i am tickeld by the possibility of finding you.

This One’s For You

This One’s For You

this one’s for the child, the abandoned child in you
don’t blame her for the misfortunes you had
she was given up by choice, upon birth,
not even her fault
so if by some sad fate she was so hard and rebellious, forgive her for it was not her choice

this one’s for the girl, the broken girl in you
don’t shame her for the mishaps you had
she grew up lost and astray, in a place that sure was not hers
so if by some sad consequence she was delinquent, pardon her for it was not her choice

this one’s for the young lady, the assaulted young lady in you
don’t humiliate her for the violence you had
she trusted so much and believed in the good of humanity
so if by some sad repercussion she was violated, absolve her for it was not her choice

this one’s for the lady, the dumped lady in you
don’t disgrace her for the love you didn’t get
she was too young, too dumb and too naive
so if by some sad chance she was broken and hurt, acquit her for it was not her choice

this one’s for the woman, the abused woman in you
don’t condemn her for the exploitation you had
she was a victim, a silent victim
so if by chance she was hopeless and muted
condone her for it was not her choice

this one’s for you; abandoned, broken, assaulted, dumped, and abused
you are not alone, and you will never be

From an IG prompt hosted by Rosema of AReadingwriter #Novembernotes2021

Song -Satellite Call (Sara Bareilles)

I Long For You

I Long For YOU

i’ve seen hell in the eyes of men
ripping off the dreams, murdering the future
of young girls around whenever they deemed
to have power and control over

yet,

i’ve seen heaven in YOUR eyes
heaven is in YOUR arms

i’ve witnessed evil in the presence of pretentious men
camouflaging as righteous, pretending to be virtuous
wanting to manipulate, craving to exploit

yet,

i’ve witnessed the good in YOU
good is in YOUR existence

i’ve experienced blazing inferno inside my heart
a raging fire causing great distress
a violent flame burning my hopes, my dreams

yet,

i’ve felt tranquility by mere mention of YOUR name
there is comfort inYOUR  words
there is calmness in YOUR  actions

and so,

i long for YOU, always

Song – Hunger and Thirst

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Uncertainty

Uncertainty

if uncertainty is daunting, and living is just believing
then i’d say, i love you with all of my fears, agitation, and panic
but i’d love to believe living without you
is more unsettling than any of my trepidation would be
so i look at the heavens above and say my highest esteem to God
for i’ve met my greatest blessing, the day i’ve met you

if uncertainty is daunting, and living is just believing
then, i want you to know that if i can’t have you for the rest of my life
i’d settle for the thoughts of afterlife
so i look at the heavens above and extend my praise and thank to God
for i know He has prepared a room for you and for me in His kingdom above

if uncertainty is daunting, and living is just believing
then, i’d wait for the perfect time to come
when uncertainty is no longer daunting
and living is not just believing

uncertainty is you
living is you

Breath

Breath

i can’t breath, i can’t cry, i can’t even sigh
when you pushed me hard, down the ground
and why? just why?
because i am different?
my color is different from yours?
since when did colors matter?
since when did you have the right to treat me like i’m not even half a human?

i can’t breath, i can’t cry, i can’t even sigh
when you humiliated me in public
and why? just why?
because i am not like you?
my beliefs are different from yours?
since when did differences in beliefs matter?
since when did you have the right to ridicule me?

why the need to segregate
why the need to separate

different colors?
different races?
different beliefs?
different status?

it’s choking me. i can’t breath. i can’t cry. i can’t even sigh.

i need to breath. survive. live

from an IG prompt by Rose of Areadingwriter- Song: I Can’t Breathe (H.E.R)

Yet I Pray

Yet I Pray ๐ŸŒ•๐ŸŒผ

i see them all bowing their heads in supplication
begging earnestly, humbly or maybe i thought
in the church, all Sundays for worship and adoration
over the years as time goes by
and yet i never understand why

why they seemed to be good, to be nice, to be kind
only within the confide of the walls of the church
for everyone to see, for everyone to witness
over the years as time goes by
and yet i never understand why

why they still bang their doors upon arriving their homes
they yell at their servants with little or no reason at all
they nag at the simplest mistakes of their children
over the years as time goes by
and yet i never understand why

they who claimed to be servants of God live a luxurious life, amidst vow of poverty
they have been allegedly molesting women and children
they have been irrational human beings
over the years as time goes by
and yet i never understand why

why, really why, yet i pray.

i pray for God to grant me wisdom to understand
things that i can’t barely acknowledge
pray for God to grant me discernment to preceive things better
over the years as time goes by
and yet i never understand why

why, really why,
yet i pray
i keep praying
even if i don’t know why

from an IG prompt hosted by Rosema of Areadingwriter

Song – Pray (Sam Smithh)

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Manila

Manila

where do i begin to tell you at least, that
i can’t make it here, while you are there
i can’t have breakfast in bed while you are on the phone
i can’t have coffee while you are driving through the highway
i can’t have sumptuous lunch while you are ordering fastfood
i can’t have dinner while watching you fix yours from a distance

where do i begin my dear, to that say i am sorry
ours could be so odd, so odd we don’t see eye to eye
i don’t wanna go to bed whispering goodnight while caught between crazy storms and poor connectivity
i don’t wanna dream of forever hopeful but alone
i don’t wanna wake up at the first blush of sunshine without you by my side

so, while you are there and i am here
trying to figure out the best way to share
our love, our hopes, our dreams
remember then,
life always ends where it begins
ours, just come in full circle

we are back to where our love started;
Manila

From An IG Prompt hosted by Rosema of Areadingwriter

Song – Portland, Maine (Donovan Woods)

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P.S

HAPPY DIWALI to all my Indian friends and poets.

Diwali is a symbol of hope to humankind. May it bring universal compassion, inner joy, love and the awareness of unity to all.๐Ÿ’›๐Ÿงกโค