Wednesday, January 22, 2014

Square One

Retracing footsteps,
Going back to the start,
Taking down these walls,
Burning these bridges,
Searching for my old heart.

Excruciating pain,
Will not take me away
No, I will not stop
Running back to the past,
Coming back to that day.

Reliving each moment,
Remembering how She was,
How She thought, how She felt
How She have always been,
Before She irrevocably turns to dust.

Friday, January 10, 2014


Smoke is contagious, smoke is blinding: beware
Do not be entrapped by its soothing, gentle care.
Smoke fills the room with subtle pain,
Smoke can kill you, but because smoke can tame:
Every intake, two, three seconds
Every puff, four, five,

Smoke can make you feel alive.

*written as requested

Wednesday, January 9, 2013


Swept, wiped, fluffed
Thawed, fried, simmered
Garnished, poured, served
Laundered, dried, pressed
Shampooed, towelled, curled
Powdered, sprayed, strapped
Checked, double-checked, done
Sat, read, waited
Walked, peeked, paced
Washed, dried, kept
Checked, double-checked, none
Shampooed, towelled, combed
Wiped, dried, slept.

Tuesday, November 6, 2012


(the writer's second attempt at spoken word poetry)

I stand here, in front of you,
Through the glass window, I see you,
And stare at you lovingly,  I do.

Longing to hold you hand, I beckon
The warm winds to bring you close
The singing birds to whisper my words of love,
To you, my dearest, my everlasting song.

Wishing to be next to you, I reconcile
With the earth to pull me near,
And land me right at your side:
You know I’ll always be here.

If I could, I would open my arms
And enclose you in these boughs of love.
So that when the cold winds blow,
And when the wave grow strong,
You would be safe, you won’t be alone.

I stand here, in front of you,
Through the swivel door, I hear you,
And wait for you to call my name, I do.

Sunday, July 22, 2012


My lips tremble as I speak your name,
Careful not to break into tears, I take a deep breath
Hold me, I tell you, as you walk into the room
You sigh, and understand: this is another round
Perhaps another sad movie,
Perhaps another heartbreaking song.
Or maybe fear, or maybe guilt.
You hold me anyway, and wipe away my tears,
And you never ask me why, you just know
Because you always know why; hence I love you so.

Friday, June 8, 2012

Jeremiah 29:11

The grey skies, they beckoned
a morning of stillness, silence, chills.
I opened my eyes, and tried to ignore
the news that awaited me.
Defied my fears, I did;
the anxiety I could not bear.
So I opened the note,
held my breath,
whispered a prayer,
peeked once,
peeked twice:
NO, I could not deny what it bore,
nor could I wish it unread.

Closing the note, I sighed,
Told myself, at least I tried.

The grey skies parted,
And made way for the sunlight:
I too shall find my grey clouds part
On my way to a brighter path.

Monday, September 12, 2011


I took some pen and paper,
Tried to put some words together    
Alas! None.

Dozed off for a bit, then tried for it:
Hopeless, I was better in my dreams.

Threw my pen away.
Crumpled the paper.
Made strong coffee.
Ate some bread.
Watched the news.

I took once again, the pen, and new sheets,
Tried to put some dreams together,