I Hope You Remember

I Hope You Remember

i hope you remember the smell of the roasted coffee
in our favorite place
where millions and millions of stories from miles and miles away
where connected and bridged together over a single shot americano
and you with your favorite cafe latte overloaded with sugar
i hope you remember how our stories made coffee time
not just incredible but one hell of a kind.

i hope you remember the first coffee drive-thru we had
with me over the cloud and over the moon, trying to grasp
the feeling of finally being seated right next to you after years
and you are speechless for the first time in your life, maybe
and you can’t take your eyes off me.

i hope you remember the countless times we made our coffee cold
with me over my endless out-of-this-world story-telling spree
and you couldn’t stop laughing at all of my epic fails
which i graciously claimed to have handled so well with pride
but you’d refute it by saying, ’twas funny but humiliating.

i hope you remember how we bonded over that sweet, nutty aroma smell
with me proudly proclaiming i could live with coffee and coffee alone
and you looking disgusted and disappointed ‘cos you’d rather hear me say
i could live with you and you alone.

i hope you remember, ‘cos i will always
remember us that way
the smile, the laughter, the tears, the longing, the wanting
the passion, the love, and the hope for forever
i will always remember us that way.

for Sadje’s WDYS



you want answers to your never-ending questions
you want clarity as to why things happened the way they happened
would it really matter now if i gave you answers to your questions?
would it make a difference if we cleared the air directly after years?

time heals all wounds, they say, but it’s obviously never true for us
the wounds you kept for my unannounced departure
the wounds i kept for your unwanted and agonizing silence
the wounds we kept haunt us, no matter what.

it’s better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all
well, Tennyson might take offense if i say what good is love
if you can’t have it all by yourself, call yours and yours alone
what good is love if it will leave you hurt, broken, and in pain?

true love, great love; they say you never get to forget, come what may
i damn will agree, for despite the wound, despite the pain
despite the hurt, despite the brokenness, i sure know without a doubt
i love you with all my heart, with all my mind, with all that i am
from the very start, and i’m petrified ’till my last breath.

‘cos truth is, it’s that easy-breezy stupendous feeling
that makes me
wanna jump off the trail again, forget the “what ifs”
and “what happens” next
let go of the hurts and the pains, release all the tensions and apprehensions
‘cos truth is, i only get to feel this with you
so, let’s dive in and be crazy in love.


For Moonwashed Weekly Prompt

Rivers of Tears

Rivers of Tears

shed a million rivers of tears ‘cos i’m missing you, dear

there are times when holding on doesn’t anymore count on

so i took refuge and snug on at the comfort of what i could embrace right now

because for now, it’s all that i have and nothing else

nothing else can make me stop and shed a million rivers of tears.

what would you do if i say it’s killin’ me to be out here somewhere

where i lay my head at night silently sobbing for it’s in your arms, i wanna be

what would you say to my grieving heart

what would you do to make me stop

shed a million rivers of tears?

all i can do is hold on here to something i don’t know what

all i can do is hang on to the thinnest piece of thread that’s connecting us

all i can do is believe in the mere fact that i love you and that love alone will help me make it through

all i can do is trust in the process and the power of the universe

all i can do is hope for a future where there won’t be a distant mile away between you and me.

but for now, my dear, let me shed a million rivers of tears

for that’s the best i can do to lull myself to bed and wish for a goodnight’s sleep

shed a million rivers of tears

’till it’s over.

for Sadje’s WDYS

From The Eyes of Another

From The Eyes of Another

i’ve learned the ways of the world in many different manners from different people.

from the eyes of a friendly neighborhood baker
who views life like a bread
that it isn’t just food but a symbol and metaphor of a more significant journey through life
the best ones we keep; the rest we just take a bite and let it go.

from the soul of an old town family physician who is a great listener and emphatic to the concerns of his patients
he is not condescending nor arrogant and treats patients as he wants to be treated
most importantly, he does his job with joy and gratitude
as we should always be in life.

from the magic tricks of a joyous party clown who makes every little kid hope for the best
those impossible things may be possible, actually
that things that are separated and broken may be rejoined anyway
that when we feel overwhelmed by a problem, it could be just an illusion
and like magic life will always find a way.

you see, life is never at all full of complications if only we learn to navigate our way
and we see it better from the eyes of another.

For Reena’s Exploration Challenge:

Please Read

Day 19, NaPoWriMo; And now for our daily prompt! Today’s challenge is to write a poem that starts with a command. It could be as uncomplicated as “Look,” as plaintive as “Come back,” or as silly as “Don’t you even think about putting that hot sauce in your hair.” Whatever command you choose, I hope you have fun ordering your readers around.

Please Read

read carefully, as this is what i want in my funeral.
creepy? nah, it’s not!
i have a list of people who i do want to see in my funeral.
first on the list is a middle age neighbor who was always envious of me.
petty? nah, it’s not!
she called me bitch and brat because i am different.
i am not like her; i’m better than her.
how did that make me a bitch and brat?
i wished her well though, but nahh, she is not welcome around.
i know she will come as she is the kind who believes goin’ to anyone’s funeral
will save her soul.
so thanks, but no thanks!

part of the list is the old lady from our neighborhood again.
she made my life miserable for a while for hating me ‘cos she thinks “i’m perfect”.
she was the old lady i talked about last time, remember?
religious? pretending to be forthright but mad insane.
god forbid i went ahead of her, please tell her she is not welcome in any way.

oh, don’t forget i’ve finished writing how my funeral service would be.
i’m a writer so it should be perfectly and poetically written.
and, who can do it better than me?
tombstone, gravestone, headstone however you want to call it,
it’s all done and designed beautifull by me with words that says

“in memory of the woman who screams silently the secrets of her soul… may she rest in peace with her lost words and her intimate beauty”

and lastly, y’all can cry but not too much.
remember me in the silence of your hearts.
in the rhythm and rhyme of your souls.
in the symphony of your lives.
remember me with a smile.