Tuesday, March 29, 2016


Don't repeat my mistakes. There will be people who will keep coming back to you, who'll be the first you'll push away. After everything, they're the first person to ask "How are you?".

You know they're not asking you about your day or your health. They're asking if you've made peace with your past or not. Don't repeat my mistakes. Let them in.

Monday, March 28, 2016

Our Dance

 Your fingers grazed my opened palm
 As you ascend into my presence
 Your shy eyes spoke a thousand verses
 And your brows curved a thousand silence

In your embrace I learnt to dance
 One foot after another, a fluid rhythm
 A slow nervous pace
 Your cold fingers tightened around mine
 Our breaths began to run
 Along the yards of our skipping hearts
 Back and forth, gently my love
 The spring breeze sways the daisies

Our wind is our world, our spin in our court
Let me in let me see too, let me breathe you
The music in our ears, masked emotions
And you wouldn't let go
Faster and faster we spin
In our universe where we're alone
Immortal - eternal

The music nears an end
You missed a move and stepped on my foot
You lurched and held on tight
And you wouldn't let go
O that's when our gaze met
O that's when our bodies stopped

And you, 
Our hearts stopped too. 


Sunday, March 20, 2016


We leave something of ourselves behind when we leave a place, we stay there, even though we go away. And there are things in us that we can find again only by going back there.

Thursday, March 17, 2016

Our Secret Tunnel

In the middle of the flowing seasons,
I suddenly feel the length of the days. 
During the days when it is too busy, 
you and I sketch out our future.

Placing their love on March's wind, 
the sakura buds continue on through spring.

Rays of an overflowing light, 
little by little, warm up the morning. 
After giving a large yawn, 
I'm a little shy being by your side.

Standing at a new world's entrance, 
I now notice that I'm not alone. 

The dust carried by a whirlwind, 
entwines with the laundry to be done, 
Just before noon the white moon in the sky  
I was somehow fascinated by how pretty it was. 

Although there are times when I can't do it right, 
if I look up at the sky, even being that small. 

The blue sky is sharply clear 
the sheep-like clouds quietly sway. 

The joy of waiting for flowers to bloom 
if it's sharing that with you, that is happiness. 

In the future as well, 
you'll gently smile next to me. 

If I close my eyes, you are there under my eyelids you live. 
How strong it could become 
As for you and me, 
I want to be together.