Love, Poetry


He stops short



between the words he should speak

for a severe dilemma

stood in mid

of his heart and logic;

If baring his whole

would make him

either foolish or naive

for they once said

to be cold

to play hard

to pursue love

with the modern day

rules of lust;

Yet how he just wanted it

the old-fashioned

cliche way

to have love be as

quaint and minimal

as it ought to be;

And then

he finally chose the words

he’d never regret with.

Love, Poetry


He recalled

the last time they went

sky gazing

night watching

stars picking

seeking solace in still obscurity;

He recalled

how their fingers

just entwined solid

how her head

propped on his back

how their gaze

riveted aloft yet not quite;

He recalled

how that one night

was spent under the lone tree

and vast ever reaching hills;

He recalled

feeling the purest form of emotions

on that night of oblivion

amidst the colossal endless sky

and how the stale breeze

spoke more than their words can fill;

He recalled

how their hearts became tangled on

the stars they picked so delicately

and named so significantly through;

He recalled

how he was ever so thankful

to the stars

for making that one night

fifty years ago

the start of his

dream come true.

Love, Poetry


If there was

an afterlife

a beforelife

or millions of past before this one;

I am ever sure

we were lovers

and soulmates

for each and every one

for how can a love

flare so abyssal and wild

while so tame and familiar

all at once;

How is it possible for I

to just look into

your deep amber eyes

and know that

I will hold you

till the end of time

till beyond this life

and for all of my remaining lives.

Poetry, Positivity / Motivational

Their Stories


The salesman slumps in a corner

sluggish indolent creature

you intuit;

The beggar clothed in filth and rips

before him sits a hat with barely any shillings

probably someone

who doesn’t even try in the beginning;

An angry husband

simmering so heatedly at

his downtrodden wife

you think this may be

an abusive relationship;

But wait

you just haven’t heard of their stories;

The salesman just had

an extremely long night with three hours of sleep

struggling two or three jobs

to feed his newborn twin babies;

The beggar you just strutted past

without sparing any change

was an orphan

in and out of foster homes so ruinous

running away seems like

it would be a better life to seek;

The raving husband

you just prejudiced against

was actually a loving spouse

since they met at twenty

till three decades later when

he found out she was cheating;

Yet how can we

ever know of these stories

when our eyes can only

see so much primitively;

Widen your mind

watch with your heart

and never assume

more than how much

your eyes can do

then maybe one day

you will be able

to see their stories too.

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Poetry, Positivity / Motivational



Hold your tongue

shush your lips

halt the beads of acid

that’s coming caustic;

Don’t say it’s a joke

for nothing is worth laughing to

when it’s demeaning;

Don’t vindicate it with

it’s a habit or it’s just me

for that is just an excuse

for a choice to be nasty;

Words can hoist

Words can liven

Words can heal

although words can burn

through tissue too;

So why speak of malice

when you can in clemency

why proliferate acid

when you can instead

illuminate sunshine too.

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Poetry, Positivity / Motivational


Never hope

for more

nor equivalence

for those whom you treat

with a great amount of

of goodness and grace;

Never wish

for them to do the same

to reciprocate the act of embrace;

Never wait

for their tears of gratitude

affable smiles

or fervent appreciation

not even an ounce

of saying how much you aided;

For goodness

is inbred

yet nourished by few

for giving doesn’t

spell receiving at the end;


never stop

the thought of giving

for the branches of good does indeed

strive with every touch you give

and possibly every matter your heart kissed

in dream that one day it will envelop all beings;

So promise me

to never lose

the will of goodness

for the one who will eventually

thank you in all sincerity

is you per se.

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Poetry, Positivity / Motivational

Peculiar Beauty

Hush child

don’t let their words hit

let none those benight of creativity

strip off your ingenuity

for the finesse of artistry

doesn’t come by easy;

It isn’t meant for the ordinary

nor the mainstream

so let none of those

distance you from the brilliance

the rich

the vivid

the unusual strings imbuing

your psyche;

Art is for those

whose minds run free

whose thoughts live out of boundaries

whose perceptions do not have lines in between;

So my darling

do let nobody

rein in this peculiar beauty;

For the world will

writhe and grieve

if we were to ever

lose a mind

as novel and surreal

as yours is.