How Some Love Go
The silence hung heavy in the air
And between them was a gulf
Of words left unsaid
… More How Some Love Go
The silence hung heavy in the air
And between them was a gulf
Of words left unsaid
… More How Some Love Go
I was scrolling through my IG feed when I stumbled upon a post thanking Mary Oliver. My heart broke a little when I read on and discovered that she died on January 17. Her poems are a balm to the soul. This gem of a poem will always resonate with me so much. Mysteries, … More So Long, Mary Oliver
Listen. Do you hear the warble of meadow larks?
The sweet gush of spring nearby? … More A Brief Interlude
I have a peculiar way of defining freedom
It is more than casting invisible chains off
Or retreating to my reclusive realm … More Between Now and Distant Memory
I pursue happiness like a moon trailing the sun as it sinks and rises to the other side of the earth, desperately, hopelessly. I catch a glimpse, now and then, of its blinding light from afar. But its warmth slips past my fingertips before I can even realise what it means to escape from the … More Luna
When the past feels out of touch And now is filled with lies When the pain is too much And the tears scald her eyes She thinks of velvet skies Where the moon gleams brightest Among thousands of dazzling stars And she knows that her chest Heartbreak viciously carved Will one day stop hurting And … More Transitory
When I tell you I love you
It will not be a benediction
It will not spring from my chest
Like a breath I’m holding
And letting loose into a sigh … More This is How I Love You
Image source: monk3y.tumblr.com There are a hundred memories I would like to bury but one When you looked at me And saw madness in my eyes And instead of turning away You embraced it wholeheartedly As if you almost understood The demons residing in my soul
Let your voice out of the door Let it wander in the fields Let it all pass in a blur Only for today, only for today Tell your temper to take a break Even if it makes your heart ache Keep the raging storm at bay You will see why, in time Bite your tongue, … More A Fleeting Interval