Love, Poetry

Without a doubt

There it stood

a mountain higher than clouds

a valley deeper than any abyss

a rift larger than all nature’s doing

all they stood

impeding us from touch

withal our hearts already weld;

they said I will never reach you

in this lifetime of mine;

so I promised

I’ll find you again

in my after;

Even without your

violet eyes

or your familiar touch

my heart will

always recognize yours

without a doubt.

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.