Friday, February 9, 2018


she was stuck in a vicious cycle

ambivalence flowed in her ichor

all this time she's in a pendulum

in a perpetual glee and gloom

pondering if she'll go through or not

rather than just keeping her mouth shut

relying only on written rhymes

inscribing adoration in lines

installing hints in her poetry

not wanting to tell him directly

longing for his attention, she prayed

and hoped that he read the clues she laid

for only through these words she could speak

to someone who's truly angelic

Tuesday, February 6, 2018

छह सौ

"I don't see things clearly," he said
"Have to wear these things with no end"
"Without my lens, the world's unclear"
"Despite that, I'm still full of cheer"

With a smile, she listened to his words
Unlike him, she didn't need any device
She could see everything clearly
But even if her gaze were just as fuzzy as his
She can still see
How wonderful he is
His face
His grace
His smile
His dimples
His mannerisms
They were all crystal clear to her

"I have to wear them all the time"
"From morning up until nighttime"
"A permanent solution? Not yet"
"My blurry eyes don't make me fret"

She nodded, her chin resting on both palms
Watching his soft lips move as he talked
Eyeing the slight curve of his jaw
How his hair flowed
How his fingers danced as he explained things
How his pearly teeth shone

Yes, she didn't need anything else to see
How magnificent he was
But as for him
Just like what he said:

"Everything is just so foggy."

Oh, he'll never see indeed...

Friday, January 19, 2018


An angel from heaven flew down
Her divine beauty purged my frown
My burdens quickly came to pass
As I heard the voice of this lass

Her smooth skin is as white as snow
Her beauty radiates a bright glow
Feathered wings flapped with boundless grace
Stars followed her magical pace

She passed by me, a spell she cast
She looked back, my heart did beat fast
A wink, a smile, then she did fly
'Midst stardust rains, I said "Goodbye"

She goes, an angel in blue jeans
To the bright aurora she wings
I watched her, my heart she did claim
I just wished that she knew my name

Tuesday, November 14, 2017

Dreams | Delusions

Once, you might have thought that this certain thing is your dream. Something that you should pursue as there’s some weird nagging feeling deep within you that you should go after it. You believe that it will bring you to greater heights, not to mention some measure of popularity, maybe.

You are willing to make sacrifices and adjustments just to ensure that you are on track in chasing this so-called dream. Work schedules have been shifted, pastimes minimized, and sleeping hours reduced. You let go of what could’ve been very promising endeavors just for this dream of yours.

What happened though? Was it all worth it?

You stopped because something within you just…died. That drive that kept you going fizzled into nothingness. The dream itself drifted far away from you as you no longer have the enthusiasm to go after it. This glorious quest has become nothing but a goddamn snipe hunt.

Now, as you reflect on the things that you gave up and let go because of your foolishness, I hope that you realize that delusions are quite costly. There’s no going back of course as you are set on a different path.

As for you, dear reader, never ever forget to make plans first before jumping into something. Contemplate. Think hard. Make an outline if possible. Picture all possible outcomes. Trust me on this as the plans you make will make sure that your pursuit of dreams will not become a futile endeavor.

Thursday, June 29, 2017


Little rag doll with broken strings
Sitting while a sad tone he sings
Watching as the days pass quickly
And fate mocked him without mercy
Countless lips smiled because of him
Before getting tossed in a whim
Many a time his name is called
By someone who is hurt and cold
Fed with lies and vain promises
His love for her was a distress
From dusk 'till dawn he cheered her up
While his peers told him to give up
A fellow doll then said to him
"You're just flying in a bad dream"
Next day passed, then another week
He's still trying not to look weak
But when her need for him is gone
Read this piece again from line one

Monday, June 12, 2017


The procession of robed and blindfolded men moved in the darkness of the night, grasping each other’s shoulders like a long centipede of humanity crawling through a path of gravel in the forest. They were surrounded by trees, serenaded by nocturnal wildlife, and led by a torch-bearing man who was the only one without a blindfold for obvious reasons.

Aaron was one of the men who joined this midnight trip. He did his best not to stumble as they traversed the nether trail, feeling his hands quiver as he grasped the shoulders of the person in front of him. The same also happened to the hands that clutched his shoulders. Fear made their limbs tremble as there was not even a single chilly breeze in the air.

Just like the rest of the blindfolded people here, Aaron was an enthusiast of everything horror. Frightening movies and heart attack-inducing screamer videos gave him a rush that was akin to a mind-numbing orgasm. He was always on the hunt for the next thrill of a heart-stopping fright, so when he came upon an online ad that promised the “ultimate scare”, Aaron didn’t hesitate to sign up.

He and a dozen fellow aficionados met in an abandoned warehouse where a trio of bald men in business suits gave them the robes. They were then made to wait until midnight before they began the trek through the wilderness.

Their march abruptly stopped. Aaron felt the gentle wisps of wind rustle his robe. The torchbearer ordered them to remove their blindfolds.

Aaron rubbed his eyes after removing the cloth that covered it for almost an hour. They stood in a clearing in the middle of the forest, with dead leaves on the ground illuminated by moonlight. At the center stood a trio of square stone blocks. The torchbearer knelt next to it and pressed something on its base, causing a small part of the earth around the blocks to sink, revealing a spiral staircase made of stone.

The group followed the torchbearer as they descended into the passage, into a short earthen tunnel, and into a huge round chamber carved out of the earth and illuminated by a string of wall-mounted torches. They stopped at what appeared to be the edge of a depression on the ground that sloped to the center, making it look like a small asteroid crater. A glacial chill crawled down Aaron’s spine and it made his heart pump in excitement towards the impending scare, much like how a child looked forward to a Christmas present.

Silence filled the air once the footsteps stopped and the participants were at the edge of the depression. But a strange muffled noise became audible, like the distant whimpering of a trapped animal.

The torchbearer stood on the side and spoke, “We are gathered here tonight to celebrate our fascination towards what others find terrifying. We are a unique kind of people, yes, and we deserve only the best when it comes to the things that excite us.”

Aaron’s vision adjusted to the darkness and what he saw made every hair on his being stand.

Dark thin oval shapes formed a spiral on the sloped depression at the center of the chamber. They were chained to the earth perhaps to prevent them from rolling off. At the core was a stone pedestal riddled with carvings of tentacles, and on it sat an orb as black as night. Aaron saw something swirl inside the orb, or maybe the dim lighting was just playing tricks on his eyes? He heard the others gasp as they saw the bizarre display.

Aaron noticed one of the oval shapes was positioned near where he stood. He crouched to take a closer look at it as the whimpering sounds became much louder. He had to squint his eyes to see the shape properly.

Until it squirmed. Aaron bolted upright as the shape wriggled on the chains that grasped it. His ears picked up a faint yet familiar sound out of the sniveling that echoed throughout the chamber.


“Help me please.”

The reality of the situation sank in and, for the first time, it brought with it a kind of terror that Aaron did not find enjoyable. This was the kind of horror that he didn’t want to see, that he didn’t want to experience.

“The horror that plagues our media nowadays are nothing but child’s play, an insult to what brought fear to our ancestors hundreds of years ago. Ghosts? Killer clowns? Psycho nurses? Zombies? Bah, they’re but feeble imitations of the true art of terror,” the torchbearer’s voice drowned out the chorus of groans and whines that became clearly audible.

The other participants realized what the shapes were, and three of them bolted out of the chamber.

Three gunshots echoed afterwards.

The torchbearer moved towards the nearest oval shape and sank a curved dagger into it, causing a trickle of blood to flow towards the pedestal. He then cast a glance straight at Aaron and said, “You claim to find satisfaction in fear. Now’s your chance to fulfill your ultimate wish: to witness the pure heart of dread that lurked in the hearts of our cave-dwelling ancestors during the ancient times.”


The military installation was crowded today with a flock of personnel in different shades of uniform. The huge rectangular structure was situated in the middle of the desert, with smaller circular buildings connected to it via steel hallways.

Jonathan shouldered his way through one of these hallways, sometimes even pushing people aside rather forcefully. He had to move fast as time was not on his side.

He kicked the steel door at the end of the hallway open. It led to a small room with an elegant red carpet and expensive wooden furniture, all lit by a huge chandelier on the ceiling. Jonathan stomped his way towards the long mahogany table where General Kevin sat, legs swinging over the edge while looking at something on a smartphone.

“All dead! All 500 men, no survivors,” Jonathan said as he tossed a folder to the general’s lap.

The general gave him an irritated look before opening the folder. It contained a report on the chaos that happened hours ago
Early this morning a massive black sphere fell from space and crashed in the desert. It sat in silence for a couple of hours until it suddenly reshaped itself like a huge wad of clay. The sphere formed eight huge legs, a long tail, and three ferocious heads that resembled no beast in Earth. The monster then marched towards a nearby town and flattened it in a matter of minutes.

The military mobilized to fight the extraterrestrial threat that lumbered towards the next town. Jonathan was among those who were deployed, the 501st soldier to cram inside one of the armored personnel carriers. They unloaded everything they had on the monster but it didn’t even get scratched. Jonathan was lucky enough to survive after hiding in a crevice on the sandy ground, but he was unfortunate enough to listen to the screams of his comrades as they were being squashed like bugs.

Jonathan pointed towards the yellow phone at the corner, "We have no choice."

General Kevin sighed, "I'd rather nuke the town along with the beast--"

Before he could finish the sentence Jonathan was already pressing the receiver against his ear. He didn’t give a damn about the grave repercussions that come after defying his superior.

Especially when you’re defying him for the sake of these two… superheroes.

"Mr. Fahrenheiiiiiiiit and Supersonic Man at your service," the former's voice oozed with masculinity.

" Yeah, uh, a town is about to be attacked. Figured we need your help, “Jonathan said. He heard his superior snicker behind him.

After a few seconds of silence Supersonic Man's annoying high-pitched voice spoke, "We'll be there in a jiffy."

Jonathan slowly lowered the receiver as he gave the general a victorious smirk. Unfortunately he didn't know that Mr. Fahrenheit was still on the line.

"Just kidding! We're on a vacation in Mars right now. Leave your message after the beep."