Happy birthday
The world is a better place
because you are in it
Blow candles
wish a future without worries
Cut cakes
into seven slicers
like the footprints of your books
Happy many birthdays
You’ll see your children grow up
and experience the joy of your grandchildren
I’ll always think of you
on your birthday
you once lit up my world
The night sky is glorious
because of you
Category: My Love
Pieces of Me
My footprints left on your floorboard
Strands of hair clung to the drain
Perfume stained the collar of your shirt
Whisper of ‘I love you’ echoed in your thoughts
Pieces of me stayed in love
with you
Sepia Love
I waited for you to rise
to tap a poem
while coffee was feeding your word frenzy
We didn’t make it to a thousand day fairy tale
I only made as far as my sanity allowed
The seas and mountains between us
humbled me
They were truly unshakable
Lost and Found
Last night you swam freely in the ocean
Rode alongside the dolphins
Unafraid of the jelly fish
I wanted to join you to venture into the deep
My body was reality bound
A child longed for freedom through the aquarium glass
This morning I strolled along the beach
Looked for the remnant of the past
No sign of dolphains, nor jelly fish
Only a sail boat on the edge of the horizon
I wondered if you caught my message bottle
Insignificant
I know I am not special.
If I were,
I would have read a poem
that you wrote especially for me
on my birthday
because you are a poet
and a damn great one.
I know I am not special.
If I were,
I would have heard you ask me
“What can I do to make your loss feel
more bearable?”
because you do
have a compassionate heart.
I know I am not special.
If I were,
I would have seen
the action after hearing
“I am sorry.”
because action speaks
far louder than words.
I know I am not special
despite how many ‘I love you’s
and justifiable reasons.
I don’t buy it!
Because my heart
feels like an insignificant speck of dust
floating on the ultra unrealistic
social media platform.
11 August 2020
A malnourished heart bled in broken melody
Would you still hear her devotion
A songbird choked on poison berries
Would you fight to nurse her back to health
I guess
most of us watched in horror
frozen in action
soon
became busy licking our own wounds
It is inevitable that
the heart stopped
the bird died
27 July 2020
I set this date as the timeline
to have a plan in place:
a plan in unplannable tomorrows
a fickle evidence of our love
although it sounds ridiculous
so does the safe feeling
in a lover’s arms
Coincidence
I asked the bartender for a refreshing, citrusy and green drink.
He brought me a Southside garnished with a cute mint leaf.
I almost heard you say in that American midwest accent,
“It is originated from the south side of /ˌɪləˈnɔɪ/ and /ʃɪˈkɑːɡəʊ/.”
Companion
our home
is neat and cosy
contrasting
my internal chaos
and
your slowly boiling anxiety
there is no escape
into each other
for healing
instead
we swim
in our own heads
together
side by side
to create stories
for our children
to read
A Woman Can Dream
I don’t want to be awake
from a field of yearning tulips
under the indigo violet sky
I want to stay dreaming of
a future of you and me
in earnest paint brush strokes
and
waterfalls of poetry
Flicker of Thoughts 