brave but weak

Love is for the weak. No, it’s for the brave; brave enough to be weak, brave enough to break. r. c. gonzales – roy | page 13 of Poems for S — Sharing with you some excerpts of my upcoming book, Poems for S! Pre-order available here: https://amzn.to/2CSrGAU . — ©2019 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights […]

excerpt 4: the vow

I love how you made me brave. Like a spineless caterpillar you turned me into this brave but still soft butterfly, flying from one milestone to another because I know you always got my back.  And I love you for choosing to break out of your shell to choose me. For your bravery to choose […]

for you: a zejel*

To you, who will hold my dear heart with its hidden, broken sharp parts, for you, dear, I write this word art. Love’s a known sea I did explore. Yes, I have loved some hims before. Yet I know for us it’ll be much more. Let’s wait until our story starts. For now, let me […]

time zones

High-pitched giggles of sparrows no longer echo inside the cave of my ears before the kraa kraa of your crows disrupt your evening’s fiction dreams. Yet what a gift that despite our clock’s different schemes your early and my early daily meet in between. — 10.23.2018 ©2018 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved. Photo via Unsplash […]

l i m b o

Mechanical wings wheeze up, up, up. Rubber wheels tiptoe, touch clouds, up, up, away from the safe harbor of the steady ground towards the limbo of oblivion, sometimes with carpet of laughing stars. In between galaxies and mortal land, I’m here to meet you. — 08.25.2018 ©2018 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved. Photo via Unsplash […]

Fingers and Palms

Thin but brave bones bending but seldom or just sometimes breaking. With muscles built for exercise— gripping, typing, or clenching. The puzzle of fingers and palms, I thought need not completing. Until my right had felt your left— oh, this is what complete means. — 07.31.2018 ©2018 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved. Photo via […]

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 […]

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 ©2018 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved. Photo via Unsplash In response to Blogging […]

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 […]