The pain of breaking in new shoes
before they fit like gloves
The exhilarating new love we feel
Make love till it hurts
Rain and blue sky
both beautiful
Pain and pleasure
blurry is the line
Category: Poetry and Prose
Between Them
He still sends her presents
helps her to pay bills
cares about her from a distance
She keeps those gifts
pays her bills with his money
thinks about him sometimes
Giving is a blessing
Receiving validates his existence
A Man
return after a long day
your voice is hoarse
your stubble gives
sandpaper kisses
your coarse fingertips
run along my back
electricity
coursing through my body
this is home
you built with strong hands
and masculine quality
River
I wanted to be a lake
But you made me a river
Passion gushed from my sanctuary
Earnestly flowed toward you
You were an island
But I wanted you to be a raft
I was so far gone with my mind
incapable of being tied down
My tears broke the flood gate
Forever gone with the stream
See And Seeing Not
She doesn’t want to be seen
covering herself
with piercings
and dark eyeliner
He sees her quiet wit
That’s how
a blind man
falls in love
Stop Revive Survive
No doesn’t always mean
I Don’t want to
It means
I can’t right now
Timing is everything
It’s ok to say no
The world shouldn’t
panalise you
just because
you put yourself first
instead of being the giver
keeps on giving
without reservation
It’s ok to say no
Self preservation gives space
to restore, rejuvenate
and be a more cheerful giver
Love one another
Self love comes first
for the benefit of
loving others
Queen of The Night
The overwhelming sillage
is a reminder
of your presence
like the queen of the night
in the garden
keep blooming
in my dreams
I bury my nose
in the musky pillow
the base note
of your perfume
Memory is such a
torturous ghost
I can’t wait for
the light to wilt
all these illusions
into scentless buds
Before Sunrise
I watch these two
before Sunrise
Knowing my father
values my son’s company
more than the glorious sun
He is an old man
seen many sunrises
My son
for the first time
experiences the magnificence
of a new day
with his favourite person
I love watching sunrise
But my eyes
cannot move pass
the love between them
They are worth
missing the sunrise for
Happy Birthday
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
Soldier on
Living Poetry prompt writing – Waste Land
The city is stirred to uncertainty
among concrete slabs
and slate stones
Gray is the mood
mixing with false Hope
of a human Messiah
clothed in eloquent speech
and charisma
Change births no life
autumn leaves bring on doom
Yet, we are still hopeful
knowing the joy of spring
The vision of new life
and growth
gives us the strength
to plough through the wasteland
Flicker of Thoughts 