Category Archives: Poetry

Leave Something For Your Own

Sometimes those bleeding,
Heal wounds in deep pain,
Sometimes those hearts ripping,
Fill someone’s void to remain.

Tears falling down in silence,
While laughing the loudest,
Feeling lost in the moment’s presence,
While helping to find those at darkest.

Standing as so-and-so’s shoulder,
Manifests a gesture of kindness,
But giving yourselves a love lesser,
Is near to living in nothingness.

Spread benevolence to others,
But leave something for your own,
Loving ourselves saves and matters,
Never abandon them all alone.

Filling Our Cup

How much love is pouring,
Into a treasure so valuable,
How much love is getting,
From a state inexplicable.

We’ve shed the same tears,
Sharing grins of delight,
We’ve feared the same fears,
Triumphing the same fight.

Cherishing the coldness of the night,
Let’s wrap ourselves around,
Filling our cup with a love just right,
Getting lost and be found.

Nothing could be as sweet,
As two hearts giving and receiving,
Waiting for years and now I meet,
An everyday gift worth opening.

A Love So True and Different

As my eyes meet yours,
Our world does fade,
Noticing no detours,
Nothing’s against what’s made.

Residing deep within,
Our hearts racing and embracing,
Can stand loving and living in,
A luxury worth keeping.

I am now in you,
In the beauty of your flaws,
As you are to me,
In the victory despite my loss.

There’s no way out,
For a love so true and different,
Oneness leaves no doubt,
For fate believes we are meant.

Transient Therapy

Brought together by chance,
This conjunction’s not an accident,
At you, I smile and glance,
Believing all these are meant.

On top of the world, you’re shining
Despite your trials and tribulations,
I can’t waste this moment witnessing
For tomorrow will all be illusions.

My looking at you from afar,
I wish you wouldn’t mind,
Your beauty’s radiating and you are,
As alluring as you is so hard to find.

Your illumination’s my transient therapy,
Shedding on every darkness, on each,
Now I’m glad we’re near finally,
But sad for you’re beyond my reach.

I Would Never Die

When I am gone,
Do not cry a river,
When my time is done,
I won’t leave you, never.

You would find me in places,
But not in the smiles you see,
You would best know me in graces,
But not in the stories of many.

I am in every word I write,
Every line and every piece of art,
There I live, there I fight
For truth be divulged and marked.

So if you see me lying,
Do not call me dead,
I would never die through writing
If you dove the deepest and read.

Life truly is making sandcastle,
Blown by the winds of change and vanished,
But the word penned from joy and battle
Is eternity that’s lived and cherished.

I sincerely dedicate this poem to everyone especially to all writers out there. Writers cannot die! Keep writing writers which means- keep inspiring, keep motivating, keep transforming, keep educating, and others. And to those who aspire to become one, you may have that sleeping giant waiting. Try to wake that up. I cannot wait to see you putting your thoughts into words. I believe you can!

Am I Alone

As the sun moved over the horizon,
I walked along the shore,
Going out for an odd reason,
Wanting to ask myself more.

Am I a desert island
Which, for good, stands on its own,
Am I insane from a remote land
Who journeys to the unknown.

It wasn’t until I’d looked down
That I found someone walked with me,
In great surprise, I was drowned,
I could hardly believe what I see.

I continued to breeze in
With sheer bliss, I felt,
Having someone made me grin,
My heart began to melt.

The daylight slowly departed the place,
And my friend started to fade away,
Without much thought, leaving no trace,
I am now alone, why didn’t you stay.

From the pain, I’ve learned a lesson,
I’ll share before these words run out and end,
We can love, but we can’t rely much on a person
Even our shadows leave us in darkness, my friend.

Uniquely Designed

I’d rather be alone
Than follow the crowd and get lost in it,
I’d better be on my own
Than feel fed up if I don’t fit.

What is going with the stream
If it means feigning in the end,
Valiant, it may seem, 
I’m not afraid to defend.

So don’t change yourself only to belong, 
Music’s still art when it’s out of tune, 
Make a difference, prove them wrong,
Your time is right, it’s opportune. 

You’ve got to be real, uniquely designed,
No to the facade, you needn’t be in rhyme, 
You’re distinct, none of them can find, 
Greatness favors those who are different in time. 

Let My Pen Cry Out

Why could I not think of someone
When someone remains a memory,
Why could I not fall in love with someone
When only she accepts me as me.

So long have I been waiting
For the time when we could meet halfway,
My heart’s skipping a beat, but I’m just dreaming,
So I’ll never hope it will be.

If only writing could bury my feeling,
I wouldn’t be tired of hiding it anyway,
But it couldn’t be happening, not happening,
My thoughts of you still stay.

Only my paper knows
The dreary pang and the heavy burden I carry,
Nothing but only it, it shows
The tears that flow through me.

So I let my pen cry out
Until it runs out of tears,
I let my paper be torn out
Until this enigmatic feeling disappears.