When Love Is True

when love is true, it endures time passing by
even years won’t make you forget
it only grows, better and grander
but it never dies

yes, even after all the twists and turns
the crazy crossroads and junctions
the days, and weeks, and months and even years apart
we keep coming back to the day, the very same day
we held hands for the first time and kissed our first kiss

so, I guess it’s really you and me
for why else would the universe conspire
for our stars to collide, hitting the same spot
side by side, all this time? with a chance to whisper
to each other love, in a language, many would not understand,
only hearts like ours, hearts that love all this time

then, in the stillness of the night, we partake in the same love
a love that is quiet, serene, peaceful, and in perfect solitude
after all, that is the love we shared, embedded somewhere
in between our demanding, challenging, and perplexing lives
in which we find respite, as we lay in bed and close our eyes

for, our love is as quiet as the deep blue sea,
as resilient as the big, huge waves, that keep coming back
to the uncertainties and ambiguities of the ocean so wide
our love is patient and gentle and brings forth
kindness and joy to people around us

our love never ends, while everything else has faded out,
rusted away, been eaten up, our love sustained.

NaPoWriMo Day 30

National Poetry Month is over, and I wanna thank you all for reading, commenting, and leaving a heart to all of my poems for the past 30 days.
It was a wonderful month-long daily poetry writing and I had a blast.

Thank you all so much and until next year…

A Mother As She Weeps

I am mocked for my pain,

as I wait, wait for your return

I waited and waited

and I almost believed I’d wait for eternity

the kind of pain that blew a hole in my heart

the indifference I never imagined I’d feel

but I did.

I longed for a delicate, affectionate daughter

not really by kinship, but I was defeated

defeated for so long

how much longer can a mother like me

lament over a mournful, distance I don’t deserve?

distance not measured by numbers or Mathematics say, kilometers

but by the distance of heart, and distance of soul

I longed dearly as I dip, into a great detailed plunge of yearning

I lost my hope, lost it, almost,

but never.

I cry, in joyful tears

ecstatic, thrilled, blissful

of your return

NaPoWriMo Day 29

1.    https://www.napowrimo.net/day-twenty-nine-7/

2.    For Val’s NPM scavenger hunt prompt #12 – Use the following words in a poem: delicate, daughter, detail, defeated, daily, and dip. 

Why Can’t It Be?

Why Can’t It Be?

why?

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?

why?

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).

That Summer (A Flash Fiction)

That Summer (A Flash Fiction)

The mango appendages now bent like those of a Christmas tree. She wished its Christmas, for every Christmas they say “wish and it will be granted”.

No, it was not Christmas.

Summer.

 Yet a renewed gust chilled her skin.

“Marc,” she whispered. “Speak to me, for heaven’s sake, speak to me Marc.”

But he did not.

All she could hear was inhaling and gasping. She put a hand to her mouth. She thought she might scream but nothing came out of her mouth.

Fear of the unknown, she kept quiet. The numbness of her hand glued her lips shut.


And, yes, the shame. That silenced her, too.

What happened up there in the small room was memorable yet very heartbreaking.

No one said a word.

No one dared to.

She could only wish for Christmas – a Christmas miracle.

NaPoWriMo Day 27

For kate Friday Fun

https://aroused.blog/2021/04/24/friday-fun-bent/

How Will I Love You? (parody – How Do I Love Thee?)

How Do I Love Thee? (Sonnet 43)

Elizabeth Barrett Browning – 1806-1861

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of being and ideal grace.
I love thee to the level of every day’s
Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.
I love thee freely, as men strive for right.
I love thee purely, as they turn from praise.
I love thee with the passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood’s faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints. I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life; and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.

How Will I Love You?

How will I love you? Let me check your bank account

I will love you with the amount of cash you can give

My shopping spree could ever greatly achieve

For when I purchase a Gucci or Prada, my heart warms

I will love you to the depths and levels of the amount

Your master card or visa can accommodate

Stacking on some freebies and anything in-store at stake

I will love you then, I swear my dear with all my charm

I will love you with the price tag

Of my designer clothes and luxury clothes

I will love you with the amount of my branded bag

With my favorite brands in mind, I will love you so hard

With all my smiles, my tears, and all my life, and if I am to choose

I shall but love you, eternally even after I have used your master card

NaPoWriMo Day 26

And now for our (optional) prompt. Today, I’d like to challenge you to write a parody. Besides being fun, writing parodies can be a great way to hone your poetic skills – particularly your sense of rhyme and sound, as you try to mimic the form of an existing poem while changing the content. Just find a poem – or a song – that has always annoyed you, and write an altered, silly version of it. Or, alternatively, find a poem with a very particular rhyme scheme or form, and use that scheme/form as the basis for a poem that mocks something else.

Family

what does it really take, to be a family?

a mother?

a father?

a sister?

or a brother?

will that single scientific bond called DNA be enough?

or is it a requirement?

but what happens when apart  from that scientific bond called DNA

nothing binds you anymore?

what if that basic molecule contains nothing but the instructions an individual needs?

to develop? 

to live?

we need more than just DNA to belong

there is the need for someone to be loved unconditionally in spite of

there is the need for someone  be valued and cherished when things are not easy

to belong, to be one, that is family; for life, our forever, our promise

It’s Been Ten Years

how does one forget a love so real, so pure so endearing?

the kind only you, and you alone can give?

tell me as I struggle to understand,

I struggle to accept

I struggle to move on

tell me how do I start over?

it’s been years,

10 years to be exact

and they say time heals all wounds

maybe, time even makes you forget

and yet again, I say, for the last decade

not once, did I ever not think about you

not a day was over that I did not remember you

so, tell me, how am I supposed to carry on

carry on a life without you

‘cos wherever I go, whatever I do

it’s you I think of

and on this day, ten years ago,

I remember, I remember how my voice trembled

how my heart was broken, so broken crying didn’t make me feel better

for on this day, I said my last goodbye,

and I will never forget,

that fateful afternoon

when I had to summon all the gods and goddesses

of Olympus for strength and courage, to deliver

to deliver, my eulogy, as we lay you to rest

goodbye wasn’t easy, but being alive,

without you is far harder than I thought

it’s been 10 years dad, 10 years and I still want you back

NaPoWriMo Day 25

In loving memory of my father on his death anniversary

Our prompt for today (optional, as always) is to write an “occasional” poem. What’s that? Well, it’s a poem suited to, or written for, a particular occasion. This past January, lots of people who usually don’t encounter poetry got a dose when Amanda Gorman read a poem at President Biden’s inauguration. And then she followed it up with a poem at the Superbowl (not traditionally an event associated with verse!) The poem you write can be for an occasion in the past or the future, one important to you and your family (a wedding, a birth) or for an occasion in the public eye (the Olympics, perhaps?).

Your Smile

I could tell of a thousand ways you smile
the sweetest ones are the those
seen by how your lips move,
the most triumphant are those
times you smile with the beat of your voice
with unexpected bounce and high pitch tone,
your cutest smile is seen by how you choose
your words, or the way you pause and laugh
at my crazy frolics, those time when I miss the beat of a song
my favorite though is when you smile with your arms
wrap around me, pulling me closer, saying how much
you love me, and yet again, I have another favorite
the smile you wear after a time well spent
with your loved ones

NaPoWriMo Day 24

Dance

you talk, like your dancing
so smooth,
so alluring,
so captivating
your eyes move as you utter each word
your lips pout for every idea you point out
and your hands, oh your hands dear
its feeling the beat
of every syllable
you hum
you dances gracefully
along with the rhythm and rhyme
of your words
oh your words, your words dear
how they took my breath away
how that split second
remark
became my eternity

NaPoWriMo Day 23

for Eugi’s Weekly prompt

https://amanpan.com/2021/04/22/eugis-weekly-prompt-dance-april-22-2021/

Storm

she wears a smile
so contagious and charming
the kind that bears true of
a heart filled
with love and compassion
he took it away
now wounded,
now torn.
abuse took her smile away
but not her soul
she’s beaten,
she’s crying,
but she’s winning.

 out in the storm
in a lonely evening
fighting, thriving
for in trying
she is winning
and in pain
she is victorious
for in silence, she battles
and in pain, she remembers, love.

Today’s poem is from my 3rd poetry book “Oh, Dear One” available via KOBO. COM and Amazon