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the soothing cadence
of your coarse voice when you say
hello, i’m dreaming.



Filed under Haiku

His Photograph

Every time I look at his photograph 
An album of memories—
Not in black and white, 
Full of colors, 
Full of joy—flashes like real 
Waves, it makes me feel alive. 
Every time I look at his photograph 
I remember his sunny or sullen face, 
His voice, 
His song 
But not his scent; for even 
A withered rose loses its own scent. 
Every time I look at his photograph 
I would hear my mom crying, 
Loud and sad. 
Full of emptiness, 
My heart desires to feel his presence. 
And every day I’m afraid for this to fade. 


Filed under Personal, Thoughts & Poems

sun-kissed love

i heard the breeze
whistled the lonely song.
and i froze
to see you there.
on the beach
where waves
kiss the sand,
you longed for
your own waves.
i missed touching
the sun-drenched sand.


(for j.j.l.)


Filed under Love Poems