1. That year, She was close to meet God, So was cousin George. The mountain landslide was an enraged raven, astound. Crooked typhoon mingled with phantom storms, spellbound. Breathless she was, engulfed, underground, So listen carefully, as some helpers’ voice…
Choose You And I
Sometimes, synchronicity does the strangest thing to us, what it is that meets the eyes? A spark of recognition, A strange familiarity, And perhaps, precisely a soul’s clandestine honesty. I’ve been peeking behind moonbeams, chasing behind hazy dreams, And still,…
Me And Annabel Lee – A Father’s Hope
He was mesmerized by the poem ‘Annabel Lee’, So he named me ‘Annabel’, as Papa’s Sweetie, Even when Granny call it all was nothing, but ‘American hippie’. Prophetic tragedy as it might seemed, Me and Annabel Lee stood nothing in…
A Possible Life
Darling, it was a disaster. That unbearable, dearest secret has always been a disaster. The hazard when we try to escape. Hanging over and over afterward what we should have done instead of what we did. But for those short…
The Bravest Thing
It’s terrifying to step out the bounds of our lives, To step away from those limits we once believed, from friends we cherished, but sometimes we must. Sometimes God has a different path for us, One that feels impossible, for…
Bath In The Light
I know I can run, but I have nowhere to hide, for my shadow will always catch up behind, unless, I’m determined to bath in the light. . . . . . Read Next: The Grand Melody Read More: Two…
The Grand Melody
Darling, tell me, what you tell me, Telling something all too sweet, Making music out of beauty, With a question hidden deep. Still I believe I know your meaning, There behind your pupils’ brightness, Love and truth are your heart’s…
Two Eternities
Seasons come, seasons go, All day long, I can hear that souls’ echo, Calling me home. But to where? My life had been a story of survival, All my years I kept my own counsel, I’ve tasted my tears, covered…
The Fantasy World
Poetry is a fantasy world, but I am incapable of appreciating some complicated words, for I have neither patience nor intelligence, for the vague and fake. too aloof, I’d save myself the grief. All night long, I’d rather hear the…
Send Me A Friend
Would but beg Fortune send To me a kind, and faithful Friend, One who to Virtue’s Laws is true, And does his nicest Rules pursue. One Pious, Liberal, Just and Brave, And to his Passions not a Slave; Who full…
What Do I Have?
What do I have? I asked myself…… Oh, I see, A name to utter, A birthday to remember, A profession to flatter, Some pains to suffer, Some memories to torture, Some rewards to pleasure, Some paths to stagger, Some talents…
To The Silenced
I have known the silence of the sky and of the sea, And the silence of a city when it pauses, the silence of a child and a maid, And the silence of the sick when their eyes roam about…