If only

If I could bear witness to how the dawning of a new day feels to the night sky

If I could but fathom how the presence of a baby’s laughter rejuvenates wizened, wrinkled skin

If I could even vaguely imagine how the withdrawal of high tides bereaves the rocky shore

If I could simply know, feel and experience all the wonders and mysteries of this world, I’d like to believe I’d still be awed by the beauty of it all

Enough is enough

Enough with the lies

The deceit

The smokescreen

Enough with the hiding

The embarrassment

The disguising

Enough with the erasure

The concealment

The disbelief

Enough with the overthinking

Of how others perceive me

From now on

I plan to be myself

Purely and unapologetically myself

Because, guess what?

I am enough

Question of Choice

I’m stronger than you’ll ever give me credit for

Cause I know all too well

That the only difference between right and wrong

Is what I choose to do

You’re weaker than I could have ever imagined

Because you don’t seem to realise yet

That the only difference between love and hate

Is who you choose to be

Bucket List

A life full of meaning. If not for the world, then just for my own self.

A love that matters. Might not leave a mark in your life, but indelible in my heart.

A thought, a poem or a story – not long enough to be printed in a book but strong enough to be imprinted in your mind.

Holding onto each other. Might not always hold hands – sometimes just wrapping my fingers around your littlest one would do.

Swaying to music unheard. Hair dancing in the wind. Eyes squinting under a sunny sky. Laughter twinkling till I die.

I’ve shown you mine, now won’t you tell me yours?

As the sun sets

And until the sun is set

I think it’s okay to wait and see what the day will beget

Until the sun is set

It’s okay to hold off on being upset

Until the sun is set

Focus on doing what you know best

Until the sun is set

Keep putting your mind to rest

Don’t give up

Don’t give in

Don’t let go

Don’t let be

No, not until the sun is set

Week not weak

It’s been a week and then some

And in no particular order

My minds feels fried

My heart a wreck

My body so gruesome

My life quite lonesome

My ears yearn for music

My feet waiting to tap along

My eyes scour the horizon for something soothing

My lips devouring water like a salve

It’s been one of those weeks

But I’m here

I’m still here