Writer I

recollections written during the dusk Thunder Thunder snaps no longer frighten me yet lighting still does. the gust of the wind the constant sundown freeing the heaviness of the clouds inducing consolation soothing a wounded heart washing the roads I’ve been back and forth clearing the lanes to be revisited The heavy rain greeting the night with its pitter-patter after weeks of drought It felt like a song I’ve been yearning to listen to. Summer rain damped shoes foggy windows the splash from puddles brought by the inevitable yet early rains the sound from your radio The mud and plash no longer bum you up as long as you keep your umbrella steady; as long as you hold your chin up. You’re prized even during the days you’re still learning how to love. contagious laughter lending our ears for stories I couldn’t think of any better way to celebrate life. Change The place which used to be foreign to you has become a home. There are places and even people who used to be acquainted to you but a...

poems Loose to step up and to step away Be humane by letting them be. Be a friend to your mind by letting go of that hand. “I think I didn’t do well today.” The familiar voice which you heard was the persona of your prose. Since then, I have been running to the One who can handle a bruised heart. to step out for a respite to disremember but not tolerate Never hand over something delicate to those who keep dropping their fragile vases. Clouds Never disremember the lessons. Some of them used to be your people. still missing those late-night drives Slow days are saccharine after the tiring days. Some downpours are heavy. Some are light while others are early. the condition of the heart the infrequent rains You know it is going to pour out when you watch the clouds but the sunshine doesn’t guarantee  the absence of weight.  Sunsets Why do Sundays have the most picturesque sunsets? It is hard to catch the most vivid skies. That just proves that not every fetching memory can be capt...