Monday, June 13, 2016

Sitting Alone

Sometimes I sit alone
and listen to the wind.
The wind has no echo,
it keeps my secret safe.
Sometimes I sit alone
with shade under a tree,
its roots are always loyal,
the trees will never leave.
Sometimes I sit alone
near an ocean's lake.
a body like my body
yet to make it to its place.
Sometimes I sit alone,
inside a crowded room,
hoping that one day
I will find you.

Monday, June 6, 2016



When words are trapped inside 
begging to be free,
your body is the language that I speak.
When tears do more than cry,
when smiles show more than glee,
your body is the language that I speak.
When shivers down your spine
await for ecstasy,
your body is the language that I speak
When we not need a word
and both our hearts are synced,
love will be the language that we speak.
The languages we speak...

Thursday, June 2, 2016

Listen In The Silence

Listen in the silence to the truth of all your thoughts.

Wednesday, June 1, 2016

I Wish

I wish
that I could cry for you,
I wish
I was always near,
I wish
I could take your pain away;
I wish
this for you, my dear.