little star

i am so, so sorry
i will never make such a wish again

every writer
every painter
every dreamer
everyone needs
a muse
an inspiration
to inspire
to give
hopes and
put a
smile on
our face
i think
i found
mine

breithla sona

i wish to write you a poem
but alas, there is no word
that can define my feelings
there can be no word
that can define you
because you are you
and you are the best at being you
and i am here
comparing my love to the stars
because words are beautiful
but you are even more so

high skies

And your eyes showed you were tired

But you hid it, such a liar

This is something I made my audience watch back when I was having my short tazkirah for Oral Communication class.

I'm not sure about you, but for me, 2012 witnessed the passing of several good fathers I know. One of which I know very well, whose laughter still resounds in my ears even now; and another is the darling father of a dear friend who is the true example of a daddy's little girl. The two others each have a son who is paving their own name and making people proud everyday.

Rough hands and wrinkles around your eyes

Even your defeated posture isn’t familiar to me

The whole time we were walking together
I just quietly watched from the back

The tears just came out

And they did.