Saturday, November 19, 2016


when such a simple word of 'him'
meant a person instead of a mere word
when i heard the word,
thoughts flew to only one being
someone whom I never thought
would be big in my life
that only a simple word of 'him'
that my brain pointed directly
to him.

t'was towards the end of February
when the sight fell onto a slender silhouette
tall and fair, dimpled and impressive
just like how I pictured, always
immediately I thought of whats necessary
needs of talks arises like some kind of debt
showing calm, without being expressive
as I followed stepping out of doorways

there he stood, slender as ever
with two others talks and laughs
embarrassingly I joined with full smiles
the two introduced while he listened
whats next something he remembers
became inside jokes, forever, perhaps
he knew me, in preventive styles
which he regretted as we envisioned

the first meeting was way before
eleventh January to be very precise
like a damsel i required assistance
he came to help, thus how we first met
since then i vowed to have more
just be acquaintance would be very suffice
now we're more, regardless of distance
best of friends, more like a duet

to tell the truth there's more on my side
his images flashes whenever i'm awake
warming at first, very annoying as now
as I randomly smells of his manly perfume
feelings if any, i held all of it inside
unsure of any, afraid to make mistake
but very sure it'll bring me to my doom

but once I would like to record
this is the first that had happened
when that perfume I smell I think of one
seeing any body which is slender or slim
immediately him my brain moved toward
or seeing anyone with similar fashioned
with the simple word above means none
other than the man referred to as him

unknowingly so,
his feelings if its the same
preferred to keep it a secret
though I am not sure it is anymore
thinking he knew as he seemed so carefree
of teasing as if it was a mutual feeling
twas annoying but was very welcoming
probably of my feelings
that my heart unknowingly longed
after all these time
if he was, for me, my very own 'him'
then my search is over
because together,
our hearts would be mended.

An Ode from a Longing Heart

As sun arises and vision start
Images of a silhouette appeared in dream
Bearing words and acts which rattle heart
All though in dream as much it seem

Illogical, say, as just awaken
Dream as none silhouette at near
The brain conjour he who has taken
Tucking string of heart that just now so clear

T'is an ode for one whom caught me surprise
Once so ordinary now whom cant be without
I show not my face let it all a disguise
Remained so until nothing is a doubt.