during the dusk

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 are now strangers to you.

I’m trying my best

to be comfortable

with variation

I’m trying my best

to be comfortable with

gloom and delight co-occurring.

New circumstances come so often

arriving every other year

and sometimes even more frequent

No year is ever alike.

Some situations won’t go back

to the way they used to be.

I need to be accustomed

with disconnections.

We can’t always change people’s mind

but we can make them remember.

untitled ones

prose

Perhaps, they were just misunderstood.

We honestly hope that we only got the wrong idea.

Most of us hold fast to the capability of someone to put others first.

We keep on brushing our shoulders off.

In the end, we still hold the person dear to us

hoping we’ll get to see them in a different light.

You can never not show

the way your face lights up or

the way it fades.

You do what you do.

It surfaces.

You do what you ought to do

then, it resurfaces.

Probably, it is just a matter of being with the right bunch.

There is a cause not to give up the sunshine you radiate

to those around you.

Not all will probably tolerate the idea of you

but you are never not a spur for someone else’s beam.