yours (a zejel)

My written words are now sweeter.
My sword sharper, my soul softer.
Your love made me better, braver.

Aboard the Himalayan air,
you trekked slowly near my heart’s chair,
braving love’s daunting, unmapped lair.
I felt your presence crawl nearer.

With tongue with none but honesty,
you brought not roses, sugary,
instead rhododendrons, spicy.
I smelled your soul’s songs closer.

With your hands, beside the road fire,
I heard my heart’s plea of desire,
“in my soon home you’ll be the sire.”
I’m now yours alone, forever.

03.26.2018
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Photo via Shubhodeep Roy

In response to Blogging from A to Z Challenge and NaPoWriMo 2018.
Z is for Zejel.
Zéjel is a romantic Spanish form with Arabic influence related to the Qasida and adopted by the Spanish troubadours of 15th century.
Zéjel are:
  1. syllabic, most often written in 8 syllable lines.
  2. stanzaic, opening with a mono-rhymed triplet followed by any number of quatrains.
  3. rhymed, the rhyme of the opening mudanza establishes a linking rhyme with the end line of the succeeding quatrains. Rhyme scheme, aaa bbba ddda etc

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silence (a janaku)

Yes,
you can
love in silence.

Love
is more
than words uttered.

It’s
a warm
morning coffee cup

prepared
just how
you always loved.

It’s
the jacket
shared in winter

to
show that
you will weather

whatever
the weather
holding each other.

03.23.2018
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In response to Blogging from A to Z Challenge and NaPoWriMo 2018.
J is for Jánakú.
The Hay(na)ku or Jánakú is an invented verse form inspired by the haiku that is measured by number of words instead of syllables. It was introduced in 2003 by Eileen Tabios, the then pulisher of Meritage Press. The name Haynaku is the Tagalog equivalent of Oh My God!  The elements of the Hay(na)ku are:
  1. a tristich, a poem written in 3 lines.
  2. measured by number of words, L1 is one word, L2 is two words and L3 is three words. There is no restriction on number of syllables in the words.
  3. unrhymed
  4. variable, the line order can be reversed, or the form can be chained to create a series of Haynakus.

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W i n t e r G r e y

Dressed in winter grey, the fading evening slowly makes way for the still sleepy, Himalayan sun. Rising to kiss the sneaking peaks of Mt. Kanchenjunga and Mt. Kabru, the first morning rays gently open my eyelids to show the gem beside me.

He wears a thick jacket, buried under our comforting, shared blanket. His arms wrapped on mine. His heartbeat with his rhythmic breaths create my early love song. My heart, listens, sighs, smiles.

Two frozen peaks wait
outside the grey-painted room,
he wears summer’s warmth.

02.20.2018
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In response to dVerse The beauty and the misery of grey – Haibun Monday
dverse

maybe mismatch

Maybe it was the noise
of the honking fears inside me,
or maybe it was the clink and clanks
of the battling mind and heart inside you.

Maybe I was ready to be brave,
just in time when you surrendered to be afraid,
and these maybes were too loud
enough to create a strong storm out of

our mismatch love.

11.23.2017
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Photo by Claire Nolan on Unsplash

 

Our River

the gentle whispers of the trees’ breeze. the tender murmur of river’s flow. the playful tweets of the little birds. these sweet sensual delights are the reasons why we used to visit this river. the river we called ours.

today i clutch unto you, unto your vessel. your vessel made of cold porcelain, a stark contrast to how warm your hands were when you held mine.

slowly opening the lid, feeling what was left of your mortality, i let the salty tears wet my face as i let your ashes be one with the river. the river we called ours.

Note: I wrote this piece with Ed Sheeran’s Supermarket Flowers playing in my ears. Sigh.
Oh, I’m in pieces, it’s tearing me up, but I know
A heart that’s broke is a heart that’s been loved
Word count: 100
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Photo credit: My dearie Maria of Doodles and Scribbles

For Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers (FFfAW) April 11, 2017. 🙂

River of He

and i won’t mind
floating
aimlessly
like a forgotten leaf
of an
Autumn tree
as long as I can
float and float
freely
on the river named
after my
he.

P.S. Because I ate some extra cheese today ❤ and I got so little time to sneak in between office works. -_-
03.22.2017
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Photo credit: Unsplash

In response to dVerse‘s Poetics: The River by paul scribbles.

dverse

Silent Witness

The cracks of the breaking dried twigs and leaves tell me I am in the middle of a lush forest. Blindfolded, I can hear the loud cracking sound echoing with my racing heartbeats filled with excitement and fear.

I grip his sweaty hand, harder. He squeezed my hands back to assure me that I am safe. I cling to him until he let my hand go so he can remove my blindfold.

The silk cloth drapes slowly away from my eyes to reveal his surprise– the older yet still familiar Volkswagen Beetle, the silent witness of our 14-year-old first kiss.

Word count: 100
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Photo credit: Tim Livingstone

For Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers (FFfAW) March 14, 2017. 🙂

Spring Melt

He is
clothe in fragrant scent
leaking out of fresh, budding
blooms,
his aura is
bathe in blinding golden rays
lighting up a fully packed
room,
each step he takes towards
me are lilting,
yes, he is my harbinger of
spring.

Oh, I’m melting.

03.13.2017
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Photo credit: Unsplash

In response to dVerse‘s Quadrille #28 with the word “spring” by kim881. 🙂

dverse

Unicorn

I don’t really believe in mystic, enchanting creatures.
And then you placed that unicorn-sign.
So I tried if I can make one mine.

P.S. So happy to be three-lining again!!! 😀 😀 😀
03.09.2017
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Photo credit: Fleur Treurniet

In response to Sonya of Only 100 Words‘ Three Line Tales Week 57.
If you want to join, here are the simple rules:
  • Write three lines inspired by the photo prompt.
  • Link back to this post.
  • Tag your post with 3LineTales (so we can find you in the Reader).
  • Read and comment on other TLT participants’ lines.
  • Have fun.