Thursday, August 13, 2015

7 years later

Because any class
of attention worked
for you

I thought it better
to let her

make up for me
for you

Monday, June 29, 2015


Crickets in the dark
and people in love

get the best out of silence.

Tuesday, June 2, 2015


Some ballerinas come with laces
and buckles to stop you from speeding

Out of the fantasy you
just built

Thursday, February 5, 2015

8:45 pm

The device from work,
or the day's grocery
is usually what slows me down.

But most often than not I feel its a girl.

A girl.
It's my little girl who has only learnt to walk and must take one step at a time.
And I slow down for her.

I keep my hands steady. I,
I must hold on to her.
I must open the door and switch on the lights first.

She isn't afraid of the dark.
I am.

But I must never be afraid with her around.

She has this habit of sitting on the floor

and I must keep the floor clean.
She's not allergic to dust.

 I am.

My little girl can only twaddle,
and that's the only sound
in this cruelly empty house.

I wish I could talk back to her but

Thursday, November 20, 2014


the roses arrived

with the milkman

both holding on to
an old tradition
of firsts