(2015)
This poem is ugly; it’s brutal too But it’s my honest point of view I love my city and will always do So surely, this poem makes me blue… ***
The sun shines on a breezy cloudle… The brown leaves barely clinging t… Winter’s at the doorstep, the cold… Spring’s long gone but where did t… She sat motionless on a bench in t…
The breaking dawn is vast, but inf… A golden glow out east; but still… The landscape is grey despite the… But soon day will come to give nig… Snow fell relentlessly the whole n…
Thank God, it’s Friday; week’s al… Bags packed, ready to go, come qui… The beach awaits; it’s gonna be su… For I’ll be spending time with my… I drive to work, my heart’s pitter…
Thin line west to east Light cerulean sky above Blue ocean under Mystically bright Sunlight in the sky refracts
A Sonnet Earth-bound; we envied the birds i… And wished we can swim swift like… Even if doors be shut, we could wa… Or go back in time, perhaps never…
An Ode to the New Year One more twig in the branch of tim… But will it grow leaves this comin… Bear bright flowers by summer’s da… And fruits, as birds in early autu…
Sunday early I woke up Three hours before I planned to Tried hard to get more shuteye But my brains just turned to goo I stared up eyes wide open
center he’s the square root of negative one to my senses, he is yet he’ll forever be!
a love story serendipitously, they encountered each other in the afternoon of their earthly sabbatical
Tow’ring snowcapped peaks Highlighted in blue canvas Frame few can outclass Fields of evergreens Birds hover in escadrilles
The heat’s oppressive even in the… Bright wavy lines arise from the p… Looks like sparks will ignite any… Tinder dry woods could be in ruins… Out in the open field, our nerves…
Overhead, he watched an eagle slow… Riding on thermals rising from war… He surveilled from atop a rock, ov… A breath-taking scene; now tattooe… A panoramic view of the bay, in sh…
A Tribute to Today... It’s the first day of April And he’s wary and watchful He’s on his toes and careful Not wanting to be made a fool
A Sonnet Perchance this is the last poem I… Without a doubt a sonnet it will b… One about nature’s grandeur and be… An enchanting universe with no bli…