Bugged teeth,

Cleft lips,

Uneven dimples,

Darkened lips.

Beautiful nonetheless,

The smiles of irregularity.

Revealed joy,

 That flourished from uncertainty.



Were the days frolicking,

At lush greens

We dined casually.


From calamity,

Away to calming seas

That’s where I’ll be.


Parents divorced,
When I was just four.

Lived in a home,
Childhood – a real bore.

They call me a bad girl,
Not far from a sin.

Just because I have colors,
Etched on my skin.

I am a lover,
Deep within me.

But through the layers,
They couldn’t see.

Finding a job was hard,
Staying in one – much harder.

In a world of abundant problems,
It’s easy to get dejected.

I’ve learnt not to get solemn,
Even when my works get rejected.

Hugs and kisses I would need,
They give me strength to face my defeats.

Though advices I wouldn’t blindly heed,
Our life together I’d like you to lead.


I wouldn’t say I know you,
But I would say the heart is true.

I would attempt to know you as you,
Words of others I will not deem true.


In a world where there is an over-emphasis of self, we sometimes find many givers in awkward situations in the society. 

Sometimes they end up having to choose between being themselves and continue giving until someone believes in them or join the majority in the quest for self fulfilment.

Personally I would feel it’s equivalent. We need to fulfill ourselves in order to give. Love ourselves in order to give wholly love (not broken love) in which to satisfy an aspect of insecurity. 

It’s becoming ever more important to learn to be giving. Give to those who love, give to those who believe, give to those who hunger.


Hustle and bustle,

Years gone by.

Found a partner,

He was adorably shy.

They were poor,

It was hard to go by.

It was 1945,

And there was only rye.

Rummage through chutes,

They gotta try.

Soldiers came by,

They had smiles so wry.

Her only safe house,

Was his open mind.

A Mind Like Mine.

I like your ambitions,

I like that you’re kind.

Don’t have to always hold yourself to standards

Epic sky high.

There are much more to appreciate,

Than just the climb.

At the end of the day,

I’m here to accept and hear you just as fine.

I wouldn’t leave,

Just because you don’t have time.

I wouldn’t leave,

When you ain’t got a dime.

I need a lot of honesty,

I hope you don’t mind.

I hope you like loyalty,

Because you’ll have mine.


Be a friend, not a foe.

Be sincere, never be cold.

Show them, without being told.

Time is gold,

It doesn’t matter young or old.

Keeps dream big, and actions bold.

Have faith and allow life to unfold.


Has anyone made your heart warm and fluttery, just by you day-dreamin’ up his/her presence?

I guess that’s the same someone that makes you desperately dig up the ground beneath you for courage when you see him/her right in front of you. Someone that makes you unable to hide your smile, the one customized for him/her only. Someone who makes you eat your words before they’re spoken, when your eyes meet. Someone that makes you shy, soft and mushy inside, when he/she flashes a smile it shone through your heart. The dark corners lit up, chasing out the little zombies who stay inside.

But after awhile it gets lonely again. You wished the zombies never left so you could be their friend. A zombie never neglects, unlike that someone. But a zombie never feels or remembers, unlike that someone.

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