Our love in the time of coronavirus is thousands of miles away, my tourist visa got cancelled before it sees the light of another Indian day, his feet are planted, prohibited to fly to Malaysia’s sky, because it is safer that way, in the end, perhaps, nation gates are needed to be locked to keep […]
Tag Archives: non-fiction
variations of the word uprooting
as a toddler these chubby set of tiny toes were buried in brown cake of forest’s earth, as the plump fingers reach out for blood-red wild berries, as a student these leather-covered soles wandered through cemented schools, universities, as the mind gulps data after data, oh so, committedly, as a two-decade lady these desperate feet […]
counting poems before and after him
thousand poems have i written ‘fore fate allowed me to meet him, oh, how in hush heart- beats, low key hums, dearness draws near me towards him, oh, how my shy muse sings hymns, so sweetly since i knew him, oh, how rhymes roll off in rivulets, thousands and more poems now for him. — […]
of bushes and spilt seeds
and so we thought we are just writing a silly tale of the blue bloom and the honey-hungry bee and so we I mean I wrote with sprinkled dusts of jealousy while you vowed to love me the flower only and so we let the days fall like leaves of autumn so bloody until December […]
before you
But you arrived with the blushing sunset, you clothed me with shared bravery. As we heal, hand in hand with the balm of every tomorrow’s morning dew, let me tell you, I didn’t know this heart, this heart could carry this much love before you. r. c. gonzales – roy | page 31 of Poems […]
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 […]
Crossing (Her) Bridge
Sweaty, cold hands grip the cold rails, agonized eyes stare at her almost fading trails– footprints of all she has done, mud piles of all her missed fun, holed-patches of all she has lost, unturned stones of her dreams still at frost. Waiting lungs heave one deep, deep breath, shaky foot finally decided to take its […]
Lively: A Lune
Luna’s lively glow calms down my longing, lonely soul. — Photo credit: Unsplash In response to OctPoWriMo 2016 by Morgan Dragonwillow‘s Day 11. — Lune is an American invented form in 3 lines. It provides 2 options. The lines can either be measured by syllables or words. I found this at Instant Poetry Forms The Lune is: a poem […]
To the Holder of my life’s map
I know You since I’m three or two. You know life’s hell that I’ve been through. Up, down, and up again Rollercoaster life feels like I’m in vain. Surrender, that’s what I did, as I sink in the sea of grief. My dream is dead, I said to self, as I smell my failure’s stench. […]
