Fountain of Love

Have you ever wondered how sweet the mystery is that a fountain never runs dry?

Never gets old, wanting more of that jetting beauty,

The gush of waters, never tired, never diminished, unreserved.

If love were a fountain, gushing unreserved desire, how willing are you to accept it?

Seeing, knowing, assured, yet it gets old and we’ve place a tag on it.

The essence is lost only because true love is at no financial implication

Yet we let it slide so easily because it came so easily. … More Fountain of Love

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The memories of you

Ideal love only exits in my head

Or maybe I never stopped living in the memories you gave.

Building on my fantasies of romance and ideal

Secrets hidden beneath

Beautiful and perfect in itself

If it’d be captured in pictures, it’d be larger than life

But time couldn’t hold us down … More The memories of you

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The clouds come down

Wake up one morning

And the clouds have come down

O the joy!

To be in the clouds up above,

A feeling so serene

Yet the clouds come down

It gives a realization so surreal.  

The fields are damp with dew
And the dawns billow with cold,

The air is pale like a ghost

The streets cry of dust

Green grasses change to rust, 

The leaves wither and drop

The wind grips and wrinkles the skin
And the lips shiver and break
The windows all sealed, 
Under these winds we shall still hold fort

Till the clouds are lifted off again.  … More The clouds come down

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Oh my Heart!

You are my journey

You are my destination as well

Living without you is tough, O heart!

You are present in my prayers

Your absence tries me

You are necessary to complete me   

Even if I have received only pain from you,

As I have received it from you, I will always seek you … More Oh my Heart!

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I see you!

If loving is gifting

I’m glad I got the best gift

It’s not for what you are or who are you

I know plenty of people with eyes closed

They don’t see you like I do

But darling, it’s what you are and who you are to me. … More I see you!

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The fish who loved a bird

As she drives further away from the stranger, nothing else comes to mind but the face of the one whom she left behind. The only one who has touched a part of her that she’s struggled to ignore. It will be the first time, since Uni, that someone would utter such blatant words of desire to her. And although she doesn’t even know anything about him, she had been quick to jump to the conclusion that he is not her type. Then she scuffs.

“What’s my type anyway if I’ve never had options?” she asks herself.

Then suddenly she turns, though she couldn’t say why. Back to the spot where she left him. … More The fish who loved a bird

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Penguin

Someone once asked me, ‘why penguin?’

And I asked, ‘why not?’

‘But I really want to know’

So I said, ‘Google it’.

He comes back days later and says,

‘Now I understand the mystery that is you a little better’.

‘Tell me’, I said.

‘It’s a metaphor, that’s why you don’t usually perform the way people expect you to. You’re spontaneous and owing no explanations. And even though you want to believe that you’re conventional, there’s nothing conforming about you. And those sharp contrast colors of the penguin signify this unconventional nature. On one hand, you can be tough. On the other, you can be loving’.

‘Hmm’, I looked uninterested.

I didn’t research all of those to know I liked the unique love of the penguins. Their loyalty through a lifetime endeared me. I didn’t need his lecture too.

 ‘And if you haven’t loved, let me prove to you that I’m worth your loyalty’, he said.

‘But I’m already happily spoken for’.

‘Touché’. … More Penguin

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