Dreams, Positivity / Motivational


Laid in bed

a stone throw away from sleep

a mind full of figurative

saturated with hues and

bobbing glints

yet unknowingly caged in

were all of these;

and when she wandered off

into her supposedly eden setting

how untouched it was of riches or vanity

yet conspicuously coated of warm pink kinship

and piles of fable reads;

Oh what irony, for her utopia

was always just at her fingertips.

Poetry, Positivity / Motivational

Stamp of Approval

The ocean pulses along

oblivious to what the

lofty swaying trees are whispering;

The cool breeze wafts past

any person or object it wants to

without a care for their objection;

The 4 seasons come and go

at specific months and weeks

or at times a week or two offbeat

unbothered by the people’s grumblings;

He decides to buy a shirt

yet hesitates

wondering if

this is the trend of the year

or a few years dated

asking questions about others’ judgements;

Oh and how

the elements of Mother Nature

would mock at our ignorance

of all the time we had

we’d spent it waiting

for the stamp of approval

from insignificant others

while forgetting to ask

the only one that truly matters.

Poetry, Positivity / Motivational


Of the days

she mused and introspected

most of them were mulled over

the same old dilemma-

To walk the familiar path

or strenuously try hiking up mountains

seemingly impossible to the task;

Either was appealing

in their own form

the classic commonplace trees and

pasture green painted with

scattered lilacs, daisies

sunflowers and chirping birds

living her days with the notion

that great things

come from little things;

Or should she have a go

at the treacherous alpine rocks

that vow upon a spectacular outlook

and abundant cache

few have ever gotten a glimpse

or managed to seize;

She could then

offer a helping hand

to those laying so far beneath the pit

or anyone that’s not at the peak

with her newfound privilege

living her life with the act that

great things come from giving;

She pondered endlessly

never ever certain

if she was made for

living the scenic simplicities

or the great intricacies.

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.

Poetry, Positivity / Motivational



is for the most imaginative

the ones with a mind

that could envelop the universe

for those whose spirit lives for

unorthodox ideations

unconventional musings

for those whose essence

runs on pure chimera

and at times, impulsive notions

or so they say

of dreamers;

Yet it seems that

Dreamers are the privileged

living within the bubble they call home

passing opportunities they decree too meagre

singing praises of hopeless romanticised reveries

while waiting for the best chance that matches their standing

as if they could live on by whims and whiffs;

Yet they forgot how castles were made

through centuries with

countless of swords and stones

how dynasties were formed

through unthinkable drops of sweat and red;

And so dreamers never learn of

the product of their majestic palace

or abiding legacy;

They never learn

how it truly feels like

to finally wake up from a dream.

Dreams, Poetry


Flipping through

her astronomy book

she casually murmured

“how much do stardusts weigh?”

not expecting an answer

to this inanity;

He peered at

the tall mirror

to their left

fingers along his chin

took a minute

before moving his lips;

“As light as air and

as heavy as meteorites”

It all depends

on what the person

infront of the mirror sees.