PAPER AND PEN

To her…

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Photo credit: @karl14

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. ❤

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PAPER AND PEN, PROSE AND POETRY

Beautiful Emptiness

she got her drafts crumpled twice
pen running out of ink thrice
the words are hard to find
with the one behind her mind

the document remained blank
until in her musing sank
the language at the tip of her tongue
were the feelings she used to hang

she hid the sheets again
and took away the pen
for those unwritten and unseen
she decided to keep within

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PAPER AND PEN

Ambience in Silhouette

The ocean has a magic spell so deep to comprehend yet the sea — as its little part,  shares to us its beauty and delight.The smooth setting of the beach will always be my ideal ambienceCrashing sound of the waves that touches the shore like infinity. Horizon in silver lining that tells us about new hope and new beginnings. Soaked into the vast salt water like a crib covered in blue that whispers gratitude, washing away the bitterness and sorrow. The sky in different hues is my favorite eye candy. Yet when the sun began to set, the sea has its own sparks, reflecting the firmament.

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INSIGHTS, PAPER AND PEN

Resounding Thoughts

Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words.

~Robert Frost

I couldn’t contain my emotions in reading a message from a wonderful mother ( I believe) to her son in her garden of wordpress .   They said, everyone is  a child but not every person has given the privilege to be a parent.

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PAPER AND PEN

Dementia

She was having her leisure walk five in the afternoon, on her way home. One tap on her shoulder brought her back to her senses and then she saw that smile, that curve that draws  perfectly into someone’s face whose familiar to her.  Though confused and surprised, she let him walked with her and they talked like they were acquaintance meeting again after so many years; like they’ve known each other for so long.

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