Poems & Proses

Walking, strolling, head’s up in hoping,That these nights would change,From just wishful thinking. Crawling, racing, whatever time we’re facing,Wishing you’d come around,And stop me from chasing. Searching, reaching, for

I’ve never met a girl with eyes of light brown,As I frolicked my way through the bustles of town,Warm as hot chocolate, her gaze pierced right through,Left me dumbfounded,

Shrug off the hurt, the bitter aftertaste, Mask it all up, with a smile on your face. Wipe away the tears, cover up the pain, Act like it’s all

I crave for days like these;Early mornings when the Sun barely touches the skies,As the misty fog starts to disperse into thin air,And the birds just about to leave

There’s an ineffable abundance in my soul,I’m on cloud nine,A rollercoaster high,A whirlwind of emotions,A rapturous delight. But there’ll be a time,When this ecstasy will be ousted from me,Like

Quiet is my favourite place to be with you, In this intimate silence, When we turn off the bedroom lights, Listening to your breath like music to my ears,