How I wish to see you for at-least one last time? No.. what’s there to see again for the last time? Still can you come
Category: Poem
My love language is as firm as a hard algorithm, meant for only him but kind of illiterate failing to express hiding a lot within
Happy to share that my poem has been featured in the Haiku podcast of Poetry Pea. Thank you Patricia for selecting my poem. I’m honored
Haiku featured Many thanks to Freya Pickard for choosing my haiku for publication. You can find it here, https://purehaiku.wordpress.com/2021/07/02/7-2/. Dear Haiku lovers, Read PureHaiku where
Being stroked by the moments from past memories started to drizzle in the dark Flooded eyes began to leak ceaselessly drenching the ocean blue quilt
Don’t be so normal, you are missing to enjoy the weirdness. Occasionally change your routine, there lies the fun. Fun wont wait for any, enjoy
Lips on fire, grazing tongue on skin, warmth of breath behind ears, fingers sliding around, screams over whispers, stormy passions, turning me on, luring me
The Sound of Brilliance is now PUBLISHED!!. Two of my poems – “Resilient” and “Imperative” are included in this collection! I am so honored to
I was away for a while I couldn’t go near to her I knew she was waiting for my rain of love I was feeling
maybe dreams come true maybe you’ll meet them again maybe they’ve changed their mind maybe they won’t let you down again maybe you would be
Feel so good that I got featured on a poetry blog, Fevers of The mind.com. Getting published gives your writing credibility. When your work is
When I say I love you, I mean I will go on loving you as I can never unlove you Again and again I’m falling
Fix me Fix me I can’t Only you can No..No one can Why not? ‘Cause you’re not broken ************* Don’t leave me Don’t leave me
Just be you, you don’t have to be everyone’s cup of tea. Comfort matters, you don’t need to fit into any social norms. Wear what
That moment when some read you, but respond not even after giving them a piece of your mind That dilemma when you always used to
Once I was a blank paper, but on a day the pen started to move on its own leaving ink on the page, bleeding out
Emotion welling up inside me In the midst of grief how can I be happy I’m not afraid of depths, storms or sharks But I’m
There was a time when I used to explore the village sides the small mounds around, the rivers and the beaches and the bougainvillea streets
It’s an honor to be featured on THE SHORT OF IT. Thank you so much to Susi Bocks who is a great writer, truly open