Dear A,

Dear A,

We might never know why

We crossed paths,

Why it happened while 

We are on the opposite sides
You came in a time

I wasnt sure what I’m looking

Too jaded to remember 

My made-up prince charming
You got that friendly face

And that dream man attitude

You got that good boy facade

And that irresistable intellectuality
You reminded me 

of my goals

You reminded me 

Not to settle for what is available
You’re my 2017 reminder,

Impossible is not a word

In the Lord’s vocabulary

We might just be two lines crossing

In a lifetime of trajectories

But I must let you know

You are my favorite coordinate

Might it end in tragedy


On the Process

On the process

That’s how I would like to describe the life that I have right now

On the process

Of loving myself

Of accepting who I am

My hits and my misses

My beauty and my bruises

My intelligence and ignorance

My passion and disinterests

My achievements as well as the set backs,

On the process of waiting

For my big break

Career climax


And the love of my life

On the process of growing.


She has the wildest mind

A factory of ideas,

Maker of unlikely stories

She has the biggest heart

Lover of minute details,

Emphatic to the oddest balls

She has the loudest laugh

Bearer of the corniest joys,

Painter of colorful grins

She has the daintiest hands

And if no one would write about her

Then these dainty hands

Would do the scribbling


It’s a matter of awe when you suddenly find yourself connected to someone. 

When he suddenly becomes a part of your day, may it be large or small in scale

It is nice to know that he trusts you with sacred parts of him

Things you never thought he would share

But getting twisted by his words, his actions and secrets

Overthinking what they mean and what you mean to him

These are the thoughts that aren’t covered by awe.

These are thoughts restricted by fear yet nourished by hope

We All Have

We all have fears. Be it of the distant future or of the next few hours.

We all have these emotions. Whether we know its roots or just simply a bout hormonal

We all have aspirations
May it be for ourselves or the people in our hearts

We all have goals
Whether it is something long term or just for a whim

We all have. And sometimes we dont have to validate these things. We dont have to analyze. We dont have to criticize. We dont have to define. We dont have to rig it with time. We just have to let it be.


When I was a kid
Feeding like a wee babe
I only understood the words
Love, Trust, and a bit of Hope

When I could take some solid food
I was able to grasp more Hope
And what Faith is, and how to spread the Love

Now that I’m feeding myself to be stronger
Waiting and Giving the Glory to Him
are what my palletes trying to understand
Sometimes I just let it in without really tasting

But with a good serving
I realized that what it tastes like
It is knowing the greatness that was able to come from us
Isnt because we are great
But because we have a Great God

A God who could make something big out of nothing
A God who values even the wretch that we are
A God who could right all our wrong turns
Wouldn’t condemn us but would just lovingly say “recalculating”
‘Til we get to His appointed place

A God who would pick up our broken pieces
And make our lives into wonderful masterpieces
The shattered, the better
As long as we lay it all to Him
To fix it up and and bury it in His heart within 

The girl

She’s a dreamer
The happy-ending kind of girl
The one who would smile,
despite trials
The one who’s pretty
Maybe not physically
But where it matters, definitely
She’a also smart and witty
But not an airhead that flaunts it
She’s scared not just of heights
But also on missing out
She’s the girl who’s in love with you
And your bestfriend waiting for her shot too