Life

Your voice
Is the signal
That the long
And dreary
Winter is
Over;
Gone are
The days
Filled with
Cold and
Loneliness,
Of longing
And tears,
Now is the
Time to look
Forward to
Spring,
Like lovers
Separated by
War,
I will welcome
You with arms
Wide open,
With a smile
I only reserve
For you,
And when
I envelop you
With my body,
Hidden flowers
Will bloom
Inside me,
Their fragrances
Has always been
For you.

Lipped

You will never
Be wholly mine
The same way
That I will never
Be only yours
That is why we
Have to live each day
Knowing that we
Will never be complete
No matter how much
We try and persevere
So I guess we
Better make the most
Out of a stolen kiss
That forbidden hug
And those whispers
Only made for my ears
We better not make
Promises we can't keep
Because there will be
Times when all I'll have
Are the memory of
The times when I did
Nothing but look at
Your lips.

Lunacy

The sun-lit moon
Reminded me of you
Its pale glow illuminating
The profile of your face
And the lines of my body
The very same lines
That belongs to
Someone else

We both saw the moon's
Borrowed light and
Instantly fell in love
With its blinding illusion
I wonder where
Are you
Seeing it now?
With whom?

Wake Me Up (Miggy Bamba)

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Wake me up in the morning

When lights are turned down low

Wake me up from this stupor

Before you leave and go

Wake me up in the morning

When the world is quiet and free

Wake me up from my slumber

Kiss me,  love, before you flee

Wake me up in the morning

When whispers becomes a foe

Wake me up with a kiss

So I won't have to let you go

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*Image from flickr.com

If I Never Meet My Soulmate (Allen Miguel Bamba)

This was inspired by Laurence Alma - Tadema 's If No One Ever Marries Me which I discovered when I watched Natalie Merchant 's beautiful rendition of the poem into a song. Enjoy! :)

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If I never meet my soulmate-
And I don't know why I should,
For there is no such thing as fate,
And that idea is just so crude-

If I never meet my soulmate
I wouldn't care very much;
I shall get a songbird in a cage,
And make sure it has a strong latch,

I shall have a hut near the sea
And a dog all my own,
And a little garden with bees
Decorated with shiny black stones,

And when I'm really getting old, -
At fourty eight or nine -
I shall help others meet theirs
Since I haven't met mine.

Saffron

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Your whispers are

pieces of Saffron from

a faraway land

- exotic and expensive.

It delights me

when they come

unexpected in the 

quiet blur of the bleak night;

Warming me up like no other

sound can;

It keeps me safe from a world

yearning for spices because I know

I can always get it from you.

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*Picture from tastewiththeeyes.com

Blinded

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I opened my eyes

so fast that I got

momentarily blinded by the sun;

It pierced right through me,

stunning me for an instant;

a pinch of eternity already lost

in time and with no chance of retrieval;

I wondered if I better go slow next time

and really take my time,

step by step,

 and not rush things

With life, love and 

with you.

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*Picture from picturesofthesun.net

Downpour

All the good stuff?! Right.

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I woke up

With the sound of raindrops

And I immediately

Thought of you

And of that day

When you shook me

Off my slumber 

And told me that raindrops

Should be our models in loving.

With a sleepy confusion

I asked you why

And you answered with

That lopsided smile 

And a hint of mischief in your eyes,

"They're not afraid to fall,

 In fact that's not all they do;

 They also give and return."; 

"Give and return what?" I mumbled, 

"Love, blessings, happiness?

All the good stuff." 

I looked at your pillow,

At your side of the bed,

And wished it was summer.

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*Picture from

Nightmarish

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When nights become

Unbearable and the

Heaviness of the moonlit 

Sky weighs down on me

 I start willing my

Mind not to think 

Of anything

To make my body

Numb, even lifeless 

To a degree

I try very hard 

Not to breathe

Or move because

I fear that any sudden

Movement no matter

How small

Will connect me to 

My thoughts;

That I don't want 

To think about, 

To my dreams;

That is now haunting me, 

To my heartache;

Who brought upon me

Nights like this,

And to you,

Who tortures me 

Because you are not here. 

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*Picture from 4.bp.blogspot.com

Touched

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I tried holding my hand once

Not because I felt cold

Or it has gotten dirty

I did it because 

I was trying to get back

To that time in the past

When all I ever did was

Love you the best way

I could

It was a phase when

I woke up with butterfly kisses

Moments when I breathe

What you exhaled

It was during those nights

That I loved you the most

I felt connected

Not only to you

But to us and to a future

And yet no matter how long

I held my own hand

I did not feel you there.

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*Picture from besilentbestill.wordpress.com

Wiped Out

After 5 months, I saw you. But you didn't see me.

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I saw you today

Wiping the windows

Looking so strange

I saw you today 

Huge distance between us

When I'm only 

A few meters away.

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*Picture from http://www.totalclean.co.ukg

Lapses

Stop to think. Think to stop. 

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There are still times

When my mind goes empty;

Free of thoughts and dreams,

Of fears and failures,

A state of complete blankness

Utter absence of all

And like the first rays

Of the sun at dawn

Thoughts of you

Shine on me

Haunting my mind

Like a plague,
An infestation of sorts,
A slow painful death,
With a cure but not a hope.

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*picture from farm3.static.flickr.

Elusive

Will you answer me?

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If only I was there

And he wasn't

Would you have chosen me?

If only I kept you

For myself

Would I be enough?

If only you weren't there

When I cried

Would you even notice me?

If only I had the courage

To tell you how I feel

Would everything be alright?

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*Picture from spicecomments

Perfume

Hmmmm.....I still smell you.

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Inhale, Inhale

That's the first

Thing I do

When you pass by

Making sure my 

Lungs breathe in

The only part of

You that I can have;

You're scent clung

To me the way dreams

Resurface the first

Time I open my eyes,

But like the natural

Process of the world,

I'd have to let you go,

And so I exhale,

Almost,

Saving some of 

Your smell inside me,

The only part of you

That I can have.

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*Picture from mediabistro

Cricket

Go ask!

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You ask for light

Not because you are

In the dark;

Nor because you are

Feeling lost;

You ask for it

Because you want

To get the name

And you want 

To be asked

What's your's;

I got both,

Only because

I asked for light,

Thrice.

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*Picture from flickr

Tacky

Sometimes someone you don't know makes your night.

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Orange shirts are tacky

That's why I seldom wear them

But when I saw you

I never saw your shirt

Or the color it was in

I only saw your face

And for the rest of the night

I felt like a teenager again

I wanted to stop looking

But it is so hard

I envy the bottle of beer

You were holding

I wished it was my hand

Clasped between your fingers

That night I felt that

Somehow, somewhere

A person will look at me

The way I was looking at

The owner of that orange shirt.

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*Picture from diytrade

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Ifs makes us appreciate what we currently have and have not. Agree or disagree?

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If by chance you decide

To forget me

Then, by all means

Please do

Because when that 

Time happens

I wouldn't even know

Who you were

Or what we had,

It would surprise me

To know that you 

Have forgotten me

When I don't even know

Who you are.

On the other hand,

If that won't happen

Then I'll do everything

For you to remember me.

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*Picture from 3bp.blogspot

Love Letter Syndrome

Love letters are hard to let go. Especially when it wasn't for you but you wish it was.

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If only your letter for him can tell you

how many times I've read it, 

you'd be surprised by how often

I've hurt myself by doing so.

I do it becasue I want to close my eyes

and hear your voice in those lines.

I do it because I imagine that those

I love yous are really for me.

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*Picture from thefirst47

Intoxicated with You

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I tasted something awful

But I know it is familiar,

Reminiscent to broken dreams

And bitter tears,

Synonymous with 

Crazy celebrations

And first borns;

I figured out that 

I'm having a hang over

Because of too much alcohol,

Too little of you

I woke up with vodka 

In my stomach;

I woke up with you

In my heart.

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*Picture from benjaminmiguel

Desire

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I want to kiss you

But you are so far away,

What do you suggest that

I do then?

Should I stop thinking 

About you?

And forget you?

I cannot do that!

I guess I'll just

Continue on dreaming

About that kiss

Until that day 

I can finally

Make it real, 

Until then I'd have 

To content myself

With visions of you

Laughing with me,

Loving me,

Hating me,

Crying with me,

Snoring with me,

And being with me,

I'm so looking

Forward to that day,

Are you?

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*Picture from badatsports