Category: poetry and short stories

Love in the Writer’s Eyes

I could only wish to have a love story like Pride and Prejudice or have someone like Ted Mosby get me a million-dollar instead of a blue french horn. But these perfectly written fictions were also based on false hope because there is never a single flawless love story. All of which was a mere Read More

Changes

Changes

  She opened the fridge. He looked at her and his eyes spoke rage more than words. Oblivious of the matter, she walked and sat down on the couch. There were hidden sparks of joy at the corner of her lips as she takes a sip of water from the glass. She has been controlling Read More

The Ceiling

The Ceiling

Ceiling.  A blank page. A chaotic house with parents near to divorce. And here’s me, lying on my bed. My muffin top settled comfortably in the hard mattress.  I’m contemplating if I should work today or not or what would be a better excuse to send to my Boss’ email. I was looking for answers Read More

Lolo Tonying

Lolo Tonying

  Many times, I’ve walked and passed. Always wondering how are you these past few days. Yet I never asked. You sit there in silence and your mouth made a slight twist as we exchange smiles. I’ve heard, you were ill.   Like a brown leaf that has blown away by a gush of wind. You Read More

Goodbye

Goodbye

    I was watching the light bulb and there you are again –running in my memory lane. We were laughing over a classic movie. You were sick that day so I had to come over. And today I still wish, you’re well and will always be. I missed us. The fun, the mundane and Read More

For the one who always saves

For the one who always saves

  For reminding me of my worth when I needed it the most, For not getting tired of my same old issues, For the open arms and the honest truths, Thank you. For being the one who always saves, and for not giving up on me while others do, Thank you. And sorry, for not Read More

Love stays, regardless

Love stays, regardless

  What sets love apart from what is not? It is when the tired hand still choose to work, or the sleepy eyes pretend that it can, still, stay up for the night. It is when we choose silence than brute words and space while the other thinks. Love, is seeing the good than the bad. Read More

Universe

Universe

  I can only fall in love with you in my mind.   Write about those eyes in my poetry, deep as black holes. I’ve never been in the outer space but I just know.   You’re a universe on your own. Full of stars, of the ocean, and unknown.       Please follow Read More

Lonely Nights of September

Lonely Nights of September

I wish to escape the night. It relives old photos, a memory of a random dance and your smile and your arms that have been my home for almost 7 years.   The same smile that I wish to see when I walked on the aisle. The same arms that I wish to wrap me Read More