t w o w o r l d s

Find me in silent corners where the horizon’s mouth swallows another burning ball, licks the cool sky in pastel blush in front of all. Find me in soft, tender nighttime blanket, sipping a the third cup of my daily coffee haul. Find me inside the chosen shell of solitude where thoughts are slowly eaten, gingerly […]

5 Lines I Love: Sesher Kobita by Rabindranath Tagore

Sesher Kobita, The Last Poem  by Rabindranath Tagore, Anindita Mukhopadhyay (translated) — While my reading habit has remained quite erratic because of my job’s schedule, I am still able to sneak some time to read and finish some good books (although I am so far from the 24 books in 2019 I set for myself in Goodreads! […]

on Mars and moth

Man-made machines flying will not satiate humans’ dreaming from the clouds to the moon, even Mars is under planning. A brave moth hunting for the fire that can burn its metal wings. — 07.21.2019 ©2019 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved. Photo by David Dibert on Unsplash In response to Sonya of Only 100 Words‘ Three Line Tales, Week 181 If you want to […]

blanket and shame (a dizain*)

Still wrapped in blanket of soft innocence, like a butterfly fresh from its cocoon, a young breath given too short existence by evil desire of a maniac goon. A lifeless, cold shell wimps a wordless croon. An animal act, perhaps it is not, for mammals, reptiles, these kingdoms just ought to kill to survive. But […]

the definition of home

He walks ahead of me with his old rucksack and a carton box he asked from a store owner politely. A couple, giggling in front of him, stopped laughing to cross the road, perhaps afraid of his dirt-filled skin. I trace his steps under the faint moonglow not to say a shy hello, but to murmur […]

patawad, Pilipinas (forgive me, Philippines)

Patawad, Pilipinas Hindi ako makakaboto bukas. Ang mga paa ko’y nakaapak sa isang malayong landas. Kumakayod para sa pamilyang hugutan ng lakas. Subalit, Pilipinas, dinig ko ang iyong hikbi. Umiiyak din ang aking puso, na para bang ako’y sawi sa nakikitang mga pangalang sa malamang ay magwawagi. Oo, Pilipinas, mahina ako sa Filipino. Sa simpleng […]

postal code stamps

Our tongues are dancing muscles sprinkled with the magic dust of languages, as if before birth we’re treated on a buffet of diverse dialects and accents where we select how our mouths will circle and arch to utter each twisted word’s lyrical march, but pause and place your vein-hand in the middle of your breasts, […]

words’ way

Perhaps, there is, maybe, a biological malfunction in me, instead of a mouth singing to the tune of bell-voiced hymns the language of my soul speaks not with dust-tongued shrieks but with the dancing lettered-runes under a smiling owl-light moon, tiptoeing from my scarlet muscle-cave flowing, twirling with each brainwave until they reach the tip of […]

fading murmurs (a villanelle)

Soft murmurs say the end is near, this earth will crumble, disappear. Will you let your story end here? Mouths gurgling aged, frozen beer, choosing to leave peace’s hemisphere. Soft murmurs say the end is near, tired earth sinks under cloud of fear, birds choke with vows so insincere, will you let your story end […]

f l u i d f a i t h

Feeble waves made of infant dusk’s soft wind, liquid mirror glows with sunset’s pastel rind. Fallen plumeria floats, decaying but still blooming, faith, be fluid like water — rippling, shape-shifting, unending. 04.10.2019 ©2019 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved. Photo by Chelsea Audibert on Unsplash Inspired by dVerse Poetics: Water, Water Everywhere .