May 2023 poems

compilation of freestyle poetry accumulated throughout May

Early rains

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.

Can’t change their minds

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.

Favored

To be a woman in a society

like ours

in a city

surrounded by man-built cages

is tough.

The double standards,

and the preconceived notions

about the female populace

are subtle

and are almost hard to detect

but are hurdles.

It may be a way of overemphasizing.

Indifference don’t mean

that they don’t see enough.

It may be a way of overstressing a point.

favored

It is who we are.

walking in the days

which the people of the past prayed for.

They ran.

So, I can saunter

in my youth

in the present-day.

First of May

saying hi to the new month

Seemingly, it was yesterday

when we were only counting

the summers which passed by.

We were already apart

for quite some time.

My prose converses lesser words

when what it carries feels light

like a feather.

like in the dry season

when rainfalls are few and far between

I get to watch the sky turn redder.

I wouldn’t sum up the golden hours

which will go by

for it only makes waiting seem longer.

Persona

characters with faults

The flawed versions are not foes.

In them, one finds inspiration.

In the face of being misunderstood or

even being misrepresented,

one ought not to grow tired

of representing women.

The writer’s business

is never easy.

She must catch the wonder

in the flaws of the process.

She tells a story

along with her bruises.

She’s a known name

nearly a public figure

but never the star.

needing to stand in front

of a crowd

She learned how to be unpretentious

though she wears the same face

day after day.

There are days

when she’s unhappy,

days when she’s not sad.

She wouldn’t let her foot step

on the floors outside those walls.

It was in front of her

but she was busy looking away

like a rare view slipping out of someone’s fingers.

sauntering and

sentimentalizing her way home

“Capture the blue hour and

the dusk’s half-light now,”

she told herself.

She learned that

you shouldn’t wait until you’re fine

for once you walk further, you lose the panorama.