Those parts you said belonged to me

I never did reclaim, your gift a fragile

thing we made of clouds and wicked wants

remains forever stuck in rhymes-

Maybe we live somewhere out there

between the seasons of forever

where we transformed diverging lives

into one merged in space and time

and I exist with you as mine-

Will you forgive me?

I tempted fate, enticed your longing

for burning skin of sun and sands

while I got lost between your hands

under the lace of dreamy nights-

Will you remember?

I’ll ask again, will you remember

how with my words I made you sin?

Without regrets or without shame

and how at night you touched your skin

while softly calling me by name.

Then tell me love, should I reclaim

those parts you said belonged to me?


July 2018

“There’s warm skin. A strong body that embraces you. Breaths that escape his gasping mouth. But… we’re calling out another’s name in our hearts. With our eyes closed, that person’s image surfaces in our minds. It was a sweet, gentle, yet cruel night.”

― Yuuri Eda


If Love Forgets


If Love Forgets


What’s underneath a look, a smile?

She likes me, she likes me not…

I am someone that love forgot

but her, she may remember

how soft a kiss, the trembling feel

across my chest of tender hands-

I listened close, her tempting lips

would shape the words

that tasted sweet of foreign lands

and I a fool could not conceal

the crawling feel of hidden wants-

But all shall pass, or maybe stay…

I wonder how she thinks of me

if how I am becomes so real

and we get lost in cadence sway

of hearts in need of love and play-

She likes me, she likes me not…

I am someone that love forgot.


“Well, now

If little by little you stop loving me

I shall stop loving you

Little by little

If suddenly you forget me

Do not look for me

For I shall already have forgotten you

If you think it long and mad the wind of banners that passes through my life

And you decide to leave me at the shore of the heart where I have roots


That on that day, at that hour, I shall lift my arms

And my roots will set off to seek another land”

― Pablo Neruda, Selected Poems

Of Love and Distance


Of Love and Distance


I called you love,

an endearing term of surrender

to those moments we spent

wanting more of those dreams-

And that love now it seems

disappeared in an instance,

it was sweet and was tender

when we dared in our intent

to find solace in places

we so secretly guarded

across oceans and distance.

Now we let life become

and alone overcome

all the moments we built,

letting love dissipate

‘tween wanting and guilt

while we drift far apart-


June 2018

“You’re too far for my hands to hold you, but too near for my heart to love you.”

― Heraline

Of fading dreams

 Of fading dreams


My desires fly away,

uncontained they flap their wings

and leave me slowly day by day,

my daily bread of love and words

to dissipate among life strings,

my passion stale,

my dreams on hold become too frail

to breathe new life.

And time again will leave behind

the love I crave,

a wish undone

above the clouds evaporates.


“When eyes have died in its gaze, know the heart had died in its blaze.”

― Anthony Liccione

Of what we need


Of what we need


Deprived of a touch desires languish,

my love desolated in a drought of emotions

slowly wither, a lone flower in a neglected garden-

And what is it that I miss?

This life filled with opposing notions

always seeking a soul matched in heavens

lost along the way, my will hardened

into a shell of finality, a dry river

flowing into a sea of desperation-

I lost my way,

somewhere between my first cry

and her last kiss,

a broken piece left behind in the sway

of waves caressing my body

while I’ll dream of her,

somewhere between her last goodbye

and my last breath-


“No, I don’t miss you… Not in a way that one is missed.

But I think of you.


In the way that one might think of the summer sunshine

On a winter night…”

― Sreesha Divakaran,

What’s Left Behind


What’s Left Behind


Your body a river

flowing smoothly through my mind,

on sleepless nights in the heat

of summer, evaporating streams

of wants I trace your shape in dreams

weaved in desires I can’t define

once awake-

And how do I keep you inside?

Once gone an empty space

retains the imprint

of far lost kisses, your gentle face

to haunt my days,

the empty space my nights-


“I felt her absence. it was like waking up one day with no teeth in your mouth. you wouldn’t need to run to the mirror to know they were gone”

― James Dashner, The Scorch Trials

Of sleepless nights


Of sleepless nights


You shared my bed, but what a stranger

to my ink on empty spaces

of what is left but scattered traces

of hidden kisses and fleeting love-

And death is same as to forget

my heart still beats

when does not skip for anyone,

is it the same to be alive?

If maybe then just to survive

I’ll sip my wine on sleepless nights

then walk around on empty streets

in search of you my dearest one-


“sometimes i don’t know, which moment

which cool gust of wind will come,

and enchant me

tousling my hair

and my heart,

stirring…that familiar ache of poetry,

which drop will kiss

the old wrench in my soul

reminding me, all over again

i miss you better in the rain.”


― Sanober Khan, A Thousand Flamingos