"I knew that you would understand. Only you," said he. "Always," said she, gently massaging his back. Their son sat wondering when his father would stop imagining his dead mother.
Don't you want to marry for love?Not for age,Not for looks,Not for money,But love?Don't you want to holdSomeone as your own,And be heldIn return for nothingBut love?Don't you want to come backTo a place you may call home,From the wide world,To be welcomed withBut love?Don't you want to shareYour happiness,Your sorrow,To be blanketed withBut love?Don't [...]
He knew she was not ready for him. But when he saw a madman eye her funnily, He immediately stood behind her. Like always.
As I turn twenty-nine,How do I feel?Excited, anxious or just calm?The truth is I don't know.Do I look backAt the 28 that was,Or in a way wasn't in 2020?The truth is I don't know.Do I look forwardLike every other year,Like every other saying?The truth is I don't know.What I do know is this.I am alive.I [...]
"It's Corona time. How can one possibly have the festive spirit?" Daddy said. "It's Christmas' Advent time. We are still alive together. That's enough to have the festive spirit. Cheers!" said Mommy.
He wasn't the stereotypical hero --The kind to make her swoon,The kind to make her croon.Yet somehow he stuck.He made her smile.He wasn't the knight in shining armour --The protector of the realm,The one who could overwhelm.Yet anyhow he shone.He always showed up.If anything, he was an anti-hero.Not the one hoped for by mothers.Not the [...]
"So long, huh?" said he smiling. "Not at all! I just saw you yesterday," said she. His smile turned to a huge grin when she concluded, "In my dream."
When you said You didn't like What I did, I dropped it. When you said You didn't like What I said, I shut it. When you said You didn't like What I thought, I stopped it. And then one day, I realized, I didn't like Who I was becoming. So I picked what I dropped. [...]
Sugar, salt and spice they had put in as suggested. But they were both cream lovers. It was dollops of that love that made their dish of life come alive.
Talk to me of anything,If you please, everythingBut love.It is a topic over-exploited,More like an onion too sauteed.What is it with everyone,Each relative and that unknown bun,Who lives in "loveland?"Don't they have anything else to think?Is this the only way they find to sink?Talk to me of nature --Diversified in its great stature,Of rivers and [...]