Broken Vow

“For better or for worse”

I paused,

“I am letting you go”.

Beau

Bracing myself, I grasped his hand in fear.
He clasped me tight in his arms, embracing me with love.

Loving Myself

Loneliness was something everyone gifted me.

The gift which I dreaded the most.

I used to lament a lot.

But it turns out it is a gift not everyone can get.

I discern now it is the path to silence.

And silence is the language of the Souls.

I am ecstatic realising myself after all.

The Unborn


His arms were cold,
but his heart still warm.
The mother truly felt the beats
even though he was still born.


L.O.V.E

It took a moment to say ‘I love you’ but it took a lifetime to realise what true love was.

Covert Hands

The soothing voice of the winds sung me lullabies every night,

freezing it may seem but the ground was warm enough for me.

The sweetness of the fruits presented the essence of true love I missed.

I too had glistening stickers on the ‘sky roof’, they all glinted and gifted me goodnight kisses.

My mother may have left me but mother nature feels me,

she heals me and says I will protect you, my child, I will cherish you for yours is a precious life.

Ecstasy

Happiness was when I toddled around, crying for my favourite candy, smiling
at every relative who came and went, munching the rolls of rice with curry mama gave me and dozing off with toys around, free of responsibilties.