Mysterious Beauty

A thing of beauty will forever remain elusive in its exclusivity.


A laughter that rings the sweetest of melody

Like a symphony echoing on the mountain top

With an engaging smile spreading ray of light

Its golden halo stretching miles apart

And as hopeful admirers keep wishing for more

She vanishes as quickly as she appears.

Missing Mojo

Dear Mojo, please come out of your hiding place. I promise to be more attentive and not getting sidetracked by life.

My mojo’s gone missing,

I wonder where she’s been,

Spending my time looking,

But she’s nowhere to be seen.

She loves hiding in my car,

Cruising happily on the highway,

Doesn’t matter near or far,

We enjoy each other anyway.

Hopefully she’ll come back soon,

I’m missing her very much,

She lights the darkness like the moon,

My life is dull without her touch.

A Choice

Today choose to see

Kindness and generosity

Today choose to hear

Words of positivity

Today choose to utter

Uplifting sincerity

Today choose to share

Meaningful story

Today choose to be

Nothing but humanely

broken doll

a poem is like a super short story

There’s a tiny closet, jam packed from floor to ceiling, with assorted boxes of every sizes, haphazardly stacked, precariously standing, that’ll topple at a touch.

Inside a hat box, lives a doll, forever waiting for prince charming, he hasn’t been there, he’s unaware of it, would anyone know, a doll that needs rescuing?

She often dreams of the day, of seeing her prince, to be set free, to live amongst the living, no more feeling lonely, with her knight by her side, the path seems bright, everything sparkles, even the rain feels right.

The doll continues to dream, she’s full of hope, but life carries a different story, one that it doesn’t show.

Inside a hat box lives a doll, she’s been there for years, a disfigured face with a beautiful soul, her body’s broken but her heart’s full of hope, no bitterness, no regret, not an ounce of hatred for the person who broke her.


Naturally nature’s natural nature.

Muddy fields

Barren lands

Fallen leaves

Rotten fruits

Wilted flowers

Dying plants

Dried earth

Death by nature.

Do You Believe

A poem. Can life be like a fairy tale?

Do you believe in fairy tales

Where dreams do come true

And good guys always win the race

And live happily ever after too

Fluffy cotton candy clouds

Showering gum drops down below

On a fancy castle or a gingerbread house

Sets on a valley of green meadow

Fairy dusts and magic spells

Sprinkled paths of magical quest

Possibilities aplenty in this hopeful land

But reality got to take a rest.

And There Are Four

Sometimes I wonder if it would be easier to have one child in the family. But one is a lonely number and two or three are far too many. So four and more?


Not two

Three would do

Four should be more


Says who?

Loud chaotic days

Messy home endless laundry


Attention seekers

Rules get ignored

Deafening screams contagious laughter


Red alert

Beware troubles brewing

Catastrophe about to begin


And Tween

Equally troublesome as

Terrible 3 & Snappy 7


Just four

Already I’m floored

Four too many, no?