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...