i’m missing you
like the Moon misses the Sun
when it’s out there somewhere
shedding light to the darkest of night.

why do you keep coming back
as the waves keep crashing back on the shore
after its adventurous stint in the farthest sea.

how much longer will you linger over
like a silent thief at night running away
after it has stolen precious gems and pieces of jewelry.

oh, Manila, what’s with you anyway
that someone like me is crazily
enchanted by you?

it’s the memory of you
and of a once beautiful story
unbounded, unscathed
by love’s wrongful ways.

*Manila- the capital city of the Philippines

For Euge’s weekly prompt:

And for David’s prompt:

How Much Longer?

How Much Longer?

i wonder
dearly as i beam
radiantly with pleasure
on a late night
daydream light
will i ever get
the chance
to hold your warmth
for once
or will i just keep
for the thought
of seeing your
waking smile
how much
longer can i hold
this admiring
love i long foretold
to you and to the world?

For David’s Weekly Prompt. Punam is the poet host this week, so i shouldn’t miss this…



we could argue overnight for the rest of our lives
we could go on blame throwing in streak of fives
but baby there is no denying between our pride
and our love, the latter takes on by landslide

we could squabble over petty trivial matter
we could bring on particular details to be clear
but baby we’ve loved each other even before we knew
that love exists between two friends in feud

we could be crazy and wait for decades more
we could be silly and let things get loose further
but baby we we knew we can’t afford to squander
more years and more memories as we ponder

we could persistently ignore the reality
we could always care less with brutality
but baby we knew we are both miserable apart
for our lives evolve around us together to start

so baby trust me when i say we were never friends to begin with
i’ve loved you for years and years and will love you for more years
i’d say the cheesiest line you’d probably hear
please don’t laugh hear me when i say

“make me the happiest poet in the world and spend the rest of your life with me”

The Moon

The Moon

the moon envy my midnight soul
for it shines brightly as it ever had
now that your heart has been thawed
from being frozen for so long
without even knowing why
without even asking why
but one thing is sure my dear
your unfrozen heart has made my soul
euphoric and alive and ecstatic
that even the moon has been jealous of

Crimson Sky

“I remember you” is so lame
“I think of you” is just an


I did not just remember you
nor did I just think of you


I long for you.
is that an understatement still?
it could be.

last night,

oh, last night
I saw you, under the moonlight
just beneath the horizon
where the earth separates
from the sky
standing tall and charming

now, that’s pure fantasy.
maybe it is, but babe, I saw you,
I swear I did.
How could I be wrong?
It was you.
I hear you.
I feel you.


As I scribble to get this to you

here’s hoping that we were looking
at the same crimson sky last night
with our silent whispers suspended
in the air, “never let go.”

I hope you saw me too.

Why Can’t It Be?

Why Can’t It Be?


why can’t it be?

why can’t we meet

somewhere in the horizon

where the earth and the sky delightedly unite

or, in between the colors of the rainbow

and far beyond the clouds?

even just a little bit under the sky?


just why?

i’ll wait for you with all my warmth and brilliance

smiling upward at heavens, knowing  that

in the honeyed light of the evening, you will be there

blossoming like as a flower blossomed against the pure sunlight

but, why?

just why?

why can’t it be?

i only hope that you too

will wait for me, as you affectionately welcome

the burning hue of the sunset, suggesting the impending night

where you, with all your glory, shines in luster, and  in gleam

please wait, I beg of you, wait,  I supplicate

but, why?

just why?

why can’t it be?

why can’t there be a resting place,

a rendezvous, where we can hold each other

longer, passionately, fervently, ardently

and maybe, just maybe, kiss,

our first kiss

but, why?

just why?

why are we

two star – crossed lovers?

  • says the Sun to the moon-

NaPowriMo Day 28

Our prompt today (optional, as always), is to write a poem that poses a series of questions. The questions could be a mix of the serious (“What is the meaning of life?”) and humorous (“What’s the deal with cats knocking things off tables?”), the interruptive (“Could you repeat that?”) and the conversational (“Are those peanuts? Can I have some?”). You can choose to answer them – or just let the questions keep building up, creating a poem that asks the reader to come up with their own answer(s).

Wolf Moon

when the wolf moon
is out somewhere
and the sun is yet to shine
I look at the night sky
that we are both
wishing upon
the same star
chanting the same wish
for baby,
trust me when i say
I love you to the moon and back

For Eugi’s weekly prompt