PROSE AND POETRY

Wallflower

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

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PROSE AND POETRY

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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PROSE AND POETRY

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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PROSE AND POETRY

Unknown

He  wants to watch
her asleep
as her
breathing
rhymes with
the chirping of
night crickets

He longs to stare
at her
eyes
like the
stars that flicker
through  the
darkest hours

He wishes to steal
kisses
He craves for her
warm hugs

Yet he was
the sole reason
why at the
dawn — she sobs.

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PROSE AND POETRY

Let Her

She will once again tread
into a far-flung land
in which she alone will escape
from the vulnerability of her labyrinth.

No bags to be packed.
No luggage to mind about.
Neither travel pillows nor comfy scarves will count.

She will once again take a trip with nothing
and no one to load on her back.
She will take it light and slow.

If and only if you will let her to.
If and only if you will let her go.

Entry: Passport

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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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PROSE AND POETRY

Chemist Crasher

at this four cornered room, covered in all white
where dusts and prickles are not welcome inside
people on their masks,  gloves and safety goggles
hands that are capable to handle each apparatus

he was but a stranger yet a meddler there
’cause he heard they do research
and yes,
he wanted to interfere.

he acted like a pro
not until he saw her coming
dressed like the others
differs from the rest

pony-tailed blonde hair
tiny strands spying through her face
brown eyes like  umber sunset
like a mocha coffee, he  guessed

lips that made him wanted
to paint the town red
smile that made him found
the happy ninth cloud

realizing this hypothesis
he knew then the fact
that with this reaction
he wanted her to interact

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