To her…


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To her, he is the ring on her phone that makes her get up despite of her lazy times.

To her, he is a caution that reminds her to slow down whenever she runs out of calmness with her storms deep inside.

To her, he was the mirror that creates her best self despite of her ugly days.

To her, he is the breaker of silence when she was choked up with regrets and insecurities.

To her, he is the long spade on the clock that ticks for the every second that counts.

To her, he is her safe haven — a escape, an open diary of her what and whereabouts

To her, he is her morning rays and her late night hiatus

To her, he is her music that serenades and always comforts

But she is a maze and a jigsaw puzzle.

She is a haze,and  at times a riddle.

Still to him, she is his all time favorite song.

and he doesn’t mind reading her notions all along. ❤



All eyes on her

and they started to stare

that deafening silence

are   loud voices glaring 

those asking gazes and rhythmic sighs

those  crazy facade of the norm

caught her captive once in awhile

for  without the crowd, she’s sure about

she could put up her best smile





For this time the clear blue sky, are but blur and gray.
How can the sun smile when the rain covers all its rays?
For this time the leaves once green and vivid– now withered
Why do they sprouted on spring only to fall when the autumn came?
And this time the shore was left by the sea
Why do they met if they aren’t meant to stay?


Head Over Heart

it took her sometime
to think through this sublime
when the choice didn’t rhyme
between what’s in the heart and in the mind

the one cried for the truth
while the other craved and sought
the happiness that it brought
to search what was lost in thought

when the no was half a yes
and the stop was a go unless
the verdict was frantically raised
by the heart that played a mess

when the high descended to low
taming the kindled fire below
to cringe away, put out and blow
by the mind that warned to take it slow

it stayed to be unsaid
but the musing turned into a creed
“when the mind disagreed;
the heart is hard to be freed”

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On Taking Risks

Why do we try when we know we have to lose before we win?
Why do we risk when we know that in the end is the possibility of failing?
Why do we leap from our comfort zones when it was named like that because it felt safer?
Why do we aim beyond what is “enough” and pursue to dig deeper?

Week ago, I had attended a seminar about Personality Development. It was an effective guide about self-evaluation as we point out our strengths and weaknesses once in a while. It made me think outside the box and go beyond what is essential. Youth is the best time to go after what we want in life and who we want to become as our future self. There’s no other perfect time to shoot for our dreams than today.  And because I, myself, is still a dreamer in progress, I have here guidelines  through research of 10 perceptions about  how should we handle risks by Sir Josh Altman ,  the author of   It’s Your Move –– a book  offering aspiring entrepreneurs and established professionals tips and insights to help them outsmart the competition.

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Better Off

tearing down
every inch of doubt
with the haze of a maze
that seems unending
but when the night
began to collide
with the day
she’s starting
to build
the walls
that makes her
sound asleep
in her own safekeeping


How They Met

I saw Music in one of the busy streets in our town. In the tapping of the feet of the people who cross the roads. In the bells ringing on the hand of an ice cream vendor. In the blind old man playing his flute. In the cars and cabs with their engines through the tempo of the stop’s and go’s. In the tweets of the birds on a tree that sways with the hush of the afternoon breeze. Music loves to befriend them but somehow, Music was lonesome.

Music has his leisure walk on the keys of the piano, lingers for a while in the strings of a guitar and then at the tip of the drumsticks on one of the parades in our suburban. But still, Music felt something’s missing.

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