Tuesday, December 24, 2013

Merry Christmas

MERRY CHRISTMAS! A christmas post HERE

Sunday, November 3, 2013

Sweet Love


You lay me out in the sunlight
The water kissed my toes and the shore
your hands hold me like pearls
and your stares pare me to the core

till sunset's gaze dissolve us two
you lock me in
you never let go
LAKAWON ISLAND 11/1/2013

we become one with the shore

oh love
sweet love
Dont let go, dont let go
i couldnt go through this night
without your arms
ending my fight
rescue me from this cruel night

oh love
sweet love

you didnt see the scar in my eyes
the love it has known is bitter to the bone
my soul has finally taken back its shape
my heart has finally unveiled the drape

Kevin Max sang "on and on
We'll dance until the song is off the radio"
I'll go dance with you till my feet stumble
till you eyes get tired and my name
you couldnt even mumble

oh love
Sweet love

take me now to your island
own me, be mine
just be mine, you'll be fine
i will end your battles
your troubles untangled

oh love
sweet love

there's no better night than this
only you and me in this island of bliss
hold me till im awakened
by sunlight's real kiss

Originally Posted: 12/5/2008

Sunday, October 13, 2013

Dear Heartbreak

I am convinced it is better this way; you and I in what they tag now as an LDR.

Some partings are not so easy. When I saw you off at the bus station, I knew it would be long before you'd come back. Somehow, there was a little sigh of relief on my part. Yes, I got used to having you around but I have life to run after. You left the way you came - via that bus station. I welcomed you with open arms, and I let you go without holding you back.

I know you so well. That makes it even harder to get you off my mind. I have memorized your anatomy. I know you too much I can complete a puzzle of your body parts. I know your scent from afar. I could tell you by your shadow. But it is more than your looks that is hard to forget. You have created imprints of caution and surrender in my heart.

On occasions when you visited me, I allowed myself to get lost in your embrace. It felt like you have carved a space in your chest for my head to rest. Most times, that felt more convenient than facing the uncertain. You held on to me like you were feeding on my energy and I spent most nights holding your hand. I knew it was hard for you to leave me. It was harder for me to let you go.

Sometimes, when you were away, just like now, I remind myself of the time we were together. I read my notes about you. I unearth the poems I wrote when I was with you. I listen to the songs that got us through long nights of waiting for the sun to come out and warm us up. I  bask under the moon and tell myself you are never far away. You never are.

I cannot count the ways you surprised me. I remember that one time you serenaded me on the phone. And that time you wrote me a poem. I am reminded of the many times you'd come up with an argument and kiss me when you know you are winning. And how can I not forget the time when I was living in another city and you surprised me and brought me home. Since then, I got used to you showing up at random times and places.

I have a funny feeling you are just around the corner, waiting to surprise me. And that, dear, is the reason why I am writing you. So let me get to that. Let me start with with this: You have changed me in many ways. You were a great teacher, a constant companion and the reason for most of my poems. But something happened while you were away that surpassed everything that I enjoyed when I was with you.

No flashy entrances, no fireworks in the night sky, and definitely no music played along. Someone came and quietly erased the memory of that night at the bus station. We have no special Sundays just plain, peaceful Everydays. No sweet words, just truth .No promises of tomorrows just joys of the present. And, no more nights of constant waiting - he shows up right on time.

Some partings are not so easy but it is easier now that you are already not here.

Dear Heartbreak, let's break up.

Love found me when what I was expecting was you.

SOURCE




p.s. Say Hi to Barry Manilow for me. And just in case you'd come by, save yourself and walk away.

Friday, October 11, 2013

Be Honest

If there is one thing that is precious in a relationship, in all kinds of relationships, it would be honesty.

I will let Jason Mraz sing it for me.

Friday, September 20, 2013

Spark

No thrills
No frills
No fireworks
No fire
No ashes
No art
No sound 
of a breaking heart

but a quiet moon
lights up my room

(and i can't hide
this tide
that pulls me ashore)

sometimes,
love breaks in
when its dark

and sometimes
you have to wait for it
to spark.




I love this song. Thanks Eirene :) 

Monday, September 9, 2013

Mist



SOURCE


Take me for one more drive
around the bend
where the trees look familiar
and the mist on the windows 
is the only 
difference


Monday, July 15, 2013

Sirens and Silence

There were sirens
Then silence

You craved silence
From sirens
That disturbed
your morbid dreams
of not having enough
and not being enough.

You fought nightmares
Of watching your hand wrinkle
From holding elusive dreams
That fall from your hand like water

You struggle to stay awake
So you can move your calloused feet
From constantly hanging on clouds
To stepping on ground

While I craved
To be awakened by sirens
From these silent dreams
Of having you beside
Through much
And not having enough

I fought nightmares
Of watching you
Watch your hand wrinkle
Alone

I struggle to stay awake
So I can watch you
Walk into the sunrise of your dreams
While I let mine go back to sleep


You dread
Sirens
And I,

silence


Thursday, June 27, 2013

Smeared


You brushed me by
and I am forever smeared
with the ink
of you
and so
I chase you
Swifter than paper planes
As present as the wind


A friend of mine prompted me to watch this video and I couldn't get my mind off it. Love must be pursued with a passion that defies nature. This video inpired this short poem. 

Coincidentally, I am in the process of deciding between pursuing love or letting a 'sprout' die without knowing if it grows to be the love I have been waiting for. Yesterday, I watched a person walk away. Or maybe it was I who did the walking. 

Tuesday, May 7, 2013

Sunrises and Stories (Under the Moon)


We basked under the moon
SOURCE
And traced the ring around it
The nights were too long
When we waited for the dawn
But too short when we started spinning
stories

Of how the Americans ‘SPAM-med” us
Of how numbers count
Of how hot chocolate tastes better
With marshmallows
Than without

Of how life hangs by a thread
And how I thread words
Of how you see a forest in a seed
And how I see a mango in it

Of how this world should be educated
And our hearts be pruned
Of how risks must be calculated
But always make time for an ice cream on a cone

You like to watch the sun rise
I, the break of dawn
They are timed differently
But share the same Horizon



Thursday, February 14, 2013

I Found You

SOURCE

I found you
Hiding behind a goatee
And a weak heart

I found you
Fiddling strings
And messing with inks

I found you
Stringing arguments
And scouring thesauruses

I found you  
Going to the movies
And eating Mc Flurries

I found you
Lazing on our couch
On a Play-off night

I found you
Braving busy streets
And a lonely life

I found you
Stringing words
Under the moon

Love,
I keep finding you
At every corner
Of this waiting room

Now,
Find me.






Tuesday, January 29, 2013

This is Not a Poem

I have spooled thoughts of you
And shove them to the side
Saying
“Non-entity”

But I find myself now
Unraveling the threads
Of text messages
And conversations
That I labeled
“Non-sense”

I heard rumors
Dressed in humor
And we dismiss them
 “No comment”

You laugh at them
and you squirm
with indignation
you say
“No way!”

I laugh at them
And I squirm
At your indignation
And say to myself
“No chance”

I dismiss the rumors
With humor
Dragged a Cat by the door
And say
No more

Today, I unraveled the threads
Of messages and moments
And found
No hints

Like in 500 Days of Summer.
I’m looking back again
And see hints of
No interest

And so I write these lines
springing from whatever 
thoughts
or maybe from that spool 
and i label it
"Not a poem"