Another Poem..

Another one of the poems I just suddenly composed as I was going home few days ago.. I used a guy’s point of view that’s why it’s a “she” at the end..

What Is Love?

The story is toldĀ about a 5-year-old girl who asked the boy seated next to her, “What is love?” He replied, “Love is when you steal my chocolates every day from my bag and yet, I still keep them in the same place.” What is love? There have been, there are, and there will be many…

Some Ramdom Thoughts About Love…

I’m nearing my 30th birthday and I would say I am way beyond the marrying age (should be around 25, right?).. This is the age where I no longer believe in fairytale-like love stories and, as they say, “reality bites”–no such thing as fairytales, only in the books.. Sorry to burst your bubbles, peeps! When…

A Poem For You..

I was on my way home one rainy morning, when words just came flowing in my mind creating a short poem about a silent and unrequited love.. It has been years since the last time I was able to compose a poem or even tried to.. I thought I’ve already forgotten about it.. Should I…