The story is now part of a short-story collection available in black-white and coloured prints and as an ebook. I will share the links soon.
Category: Poetry
Things I Do for You
It’s my personal hell
In my little town–
The wall by the pond
We graffitied together
To scare the passers-by
Snickering all the time–
The one that we openly
Laughed at later…
How well you knew
I was scared too!
With you gone under,
I throng that place now
Even though it creeps me,
Knowing you too well,
Hoping you’ll come back,
To scare me.
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Child’s Play
When I was broken,
You picked up my pieces
And put me together
Making me whole again,
Only to end up
Hurling stones
To smash and pick me
Everyday.
The Boatman
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The story is now part of a short-story collection available in black-white and coloured prints and as an ebook. I will share the links soon.
The Hero
When I was little…
You were always too tall,
So I grew up stretching
Trying to reach you.
You were always too smart,
So I grew up studying
To be like you.
You were always my hero.
I eventually gave up trying
Because
There is only one “You”.
Not sure if I ever failed you, Papa,
But I always adored you…
Still do…
P.S.: I love you, Papa. Wish you many beautiful year’s to come…
When A Little Bird Told Me
I was still reliving
How you once held me,
When a little bird told me
You’ve returned to the town
To marry
The woman of your dreams.
The memories came
Flooding back to me.
The strolls through the gardens,
The stolen kisses,
The promises of eternity,
And whatever came after
That brought blush
To my cheeks.
Over the moon I walked,
As I wore my bridal dress.
I flew through the air
Wind teasing my tresses,
Looking for you,
Sure that you were
Looking for me too.
From the seventh cloud,
I saw you…
…walking out of the Chapel,
Under the rice showers
With the new Mrs. You.
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Clean Sweep
He looked at the cable car hurtling towards the fog in the valley below, carrying his screaming wife.
He placed her lover’s garden shears on the floor next to the dangling piece of cable, and jumped off the station in the abyss below.
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Autumn Leaves
Autumn leaves adorn you.
Sleep deep, my love.
Sleep without regrets to fill every
Waking moment lying on the bed.
Sleep without nightmares to haunt
On cold, long, lonely nights.
Sleep without waking on a pillow
Wet with tears shed for lost love.
Sleep so memories can’t reach you
Deep under the ground.
I will see you there someday too.
I love you. I still do.
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200 Knots Per Inch
The story is now part of a short-story collection available in black-white and coloured prints and as an ebook. I will share the links soon.
Rear View
Looking back,
My vision is so clear,
It always makes me wonder
How I missed it the first time.
When you
Changed your phone password;
Come home late;
Talked on phone past midnight;
Attended out of town ‘meetings’;
‘Worked’ all night at ‘office’…
I wondered if you were
Tired…
Frustrated…
Angry…
I wondered if the blame lay on me,
Until I saw…
I don’t blame you for deceiving me.
I deceived me.
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