Summer on a Rainy Day

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Not long after you were born
summer arrives,
flowers bloom
as nature prepares itself
for a month long of
sunshine….

You are dependable, friendly
and happier than others;
“the happier you are the
more joy you will share with
the world around you”
that’s what you always say.

You never wanna be famous
or filthy rich
but hey, you were born along
Mark Zuckerberg and John F. Kennedy;
unbelievably amazing
we always thought…

I loved your silly quirky smile
as you received my little
“do it myself” card
“you’re the sweetest”
you’ll say
it melts my heart always.

I never like outdoors,
moreso the beach but
you always wanna celebrate there
so i went with my swimsuit
and sandals every year
only because you insist…

Its not your birthday yet dad
but i missed you.
and i remembered you.
you would have been 66 this year;
thinking of you feels like summer
on a rainy day……

 

 

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That Summer Morning

That Summer Morning

On a cold summer morning
I got my phone ringing.

Thinking twas a prank
I ignored and stared at a blank.

A return call message i received
I dialed, hoping i am not deceived.

I heard someone on the other line
Sobbing, crying, weeping in thine.

“He’s gone”, was all i can hear
I wept, i cried ’till i can’t bear.

’twas that summer morning
I heard the news of you leaving.

You left without saying goodbye
It broke my heart in pieces, i could die.

The sun was shining
But the rain came pouring.

Every drop of the rain
Is every drop of my pain.

Will someone wake me up
“You’re dreaming, get up”.

But reality holds true
You’re gone, didn’t know what to do.

Today I woke up with a rain drop falling
A reminder of how much i am longing.

For i remembered, every drop of the rain
Is every drop of my pain.

It’s been seven years dad
And i still felt bad.

On that cold summer morning
You left me while it was raining.

I miss you dad, please come back.
P.S.

The day i started my summer rain theme, was the same day i didn’t know what to write, and the very same day the first heavy summer rain fell.
As the rain came pouring, i kept writing.
Its been a month though.
You all enjoyed my summer rain theme as much as i enjoyed writing them.
Little did i know that this is not just simply about inspiration to write..or a spike for my stats…or a way to touch your hearts.

Today i woke up with a promise I’d move on to another theme.

But then i opened my window curtain and saw the rain drops falling.

And it hit me….

On this very same occassion seven years ago as i opened my window curtain looking at the summer rain falling, that i was told my dad, passed away.

Now i understand where my “summer rain” theme came all the way.

Thanks Dad, you never left me all along.

You lead me to this day. On your death anniversary. As i write each poem. I poured out every single emotion there was in me. That today, i felt a lot better. Better than those early years you were gone.

Thanks Dad… you truely are amazing..even when you are gone!!!

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When Summer Rain Ends

Sing no sad song, not yet
Or i’ll behold in your lids,
Hang the sweet tears of agony
Rather paint me visions
Of thousand smiles in your lips..
And upon your lips…your lips…
Vision of night will fade away…

Kiss me not, not yet…
Least you’ll awaken a silent sea!
And its faint murmuring
Turn to turbulent despair!
But surely when you pass away
I’ll grasp the air
And kissed the same
That kissed you.

Dry your tears,
let not your tears
Warm my icy tomb
And when light fade
Softly from my eyes
Take my hands once more
And into the clouds i’ll fly…

When summer rain ends.

The Sun is Up

The Sun is Up
(It feels Summer Rain Though)

The sun is up, finally in days
Of raining and wind blowing.

The sun has shown
After days of hiding.

The sun is scorching hot
After days of iced-cold breeze.

But the sun hasn’t been up yet
In my heart for days of longing.

The sun hasn’t shown still
In my being for days of weeping.

It still feels like raining without you
On a hot summer day.

P.S.

The rain has finally stopped. But for some weird reasons i can’t get over with the “summer rain” thought. So here’s hoping that this is my final version of my summer rain installment.

Till Then (Summer Rain, still)

Till Then (Summer Rain, still)

There isn’t time
‘Tis moment, you’re gone
Parting is such a sweet sorrow
It seems eternity
To savour the warmth of your hold
But time fleets, i realized
And here i am
Longing…
Grieving the thought
I’ll be losing you in time
I feared there aren’t long rides to come
I dreaded there aren’t stories to share
There isn’t even a song to sing to
There isn’t remaining love notes to read
I only have my poems-
These silent, lifeless verses
That would make me remember you
Just the trails of lingering memories
My poems
My bleeding poems
As i watched over the rain
On a hot summer afternoon…

To tell you, i love you

TO TELL YOU ..I LOVE YOU

Sometimes it seems we can read
Each others mind
Like when you call me
Just as i am thinking of you
Or when you know
What i am goin to say
Before i say it.

I feel you understands me
In a way no one else has
And my love for you
Just grows stronger
The more i know about you.

We’ve been honest with each other,
Revealing those things
We haven’t been able to
Tell anyone else.
I’ve always wanted to be
Able to talk to someone
About my feelings

Yet, somehow i know
I don’t need any words at all
To tell you how much

I LOVE YOU

Happy heart’s day everyone

In Between

In Between

I am million miles away from home. The home where i grew up with. The distance is suffocating…deafening…exhilarating; but this is nothing compared to the distance we’ve created even if we’re not million miles apart; the distance between our families…our friends…our siblings…our in laws..our neighbors…and often times the distance between the very person we claimed we love the most. Yes! This is the distance that we cannot measure..we cannot touch…we cannot see…BUT we can always bridge the gap…find a way..open an avenue…and maybe, yes, just maybe see a clearer view…

 

Between heaven and earth;
a story is unearth.
Between past and present;
a sailing is sent.
Between here and there;
a distance is clear.
Between a moment and forever;
a struggle so clear.

Sometimes heaven and earth met;
when a story is broken and lit.
Sometimes past and present collide;
when the sailing subside.
Sometimes here and there is near;
when the view is clearer.
Sometimes a moment and forever is eternity;
when the struggles become infinity.

So move heaven and earth boldly;
for your story to be told oddly.
So hold the past and present sincerely;
for your sailing to be done completely.
So break the here and there completely;
for your distance to be moved effortlessly.
So create a moment and forever lovingly;
for your struggles to be over definitely.

In Response to Monday Morning Melts #5

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Rosema: Most of the time, love is expressed and felt through physical intimacy. Touch. Kisses. Hugs. But how about loving someone from afar? How about loving someone you haven’t seen yet? How about falling for someone’s soul residing in a body thousand miles away from you? Will it be a gamble worth committing? Will it feel like a heart’s solitary suicide?

This week, let’s delve the idea of long distance love. (Which is now for me, the purest love of all).❤

“One Sweet Love” – Sara Bareilles

The earth that is the space between,
I’d banish it from under me to get to you.
Your unexpected love provides my solitary suicide
oh I wish I knew

Your Turn:

  1. Share a poem, story, or photo inspired by this week’s song-lyrics-prompt. You can share something you created that was inspired directly by the lyrics or you can share other pieces that coincidentally fit the prompt (for ex: an old piece of yours, or one of a beloved blogger – with permission).
  2. Linkback/create a pingback to this post. Here is a quick tutorial on how to do it.
  3. Tag your post with MondayMorningMelts, so we and  your co-bloggers will be able to read/see your take on the prompt. Here’s how you create tags.
  4. Most important of all, read and comment to your blogger friends (old and new found, we’ll never know).😉

There are no word limits and no restrictions except to stay true to the theme. Creating a brand new post in response to the prompt is also optional.

The goal isn’t to create new content, but rather to share pieces that melt the heart, tickle the soul, and brighten up a typically gloomy Monday. That’s why if you already have a piece that fits this week’s lyrics, or if you have a fellow blogger whose piece you want to share (with their permission), you are more than welcome to do so!

 

P.S. Jade and Rose

I know this is too late… I am posting it anyway…