They say I have my mother’s
Eyes. I see it now
When words drop from my mouth
And I look around for her.

They say I am as stubborn as
My father. I see it now
When I ask to be convinced
And I look around for him.

I take what people say back
To my parent with puppy eyes
Waiting for a pat on the head.

They say child we did not
Give you life to be a copy of us.
We gave you life to be the best
Version of a unique creation.
When you are that, is when
We are proud parents.



Born to Roar

We were all born with a roar
But life beats silence into us
Like the waves
beats the shore.


I was free
Rolling with the wind
Until your love captured
Me within the
limit of your view.



She loved orange
It reminded her
Of sunset.

The priest said you left
because your sun had set.

Now she hates Orange.


Life is a thrill
When you find the one
Whose words send a
Chill down your spine.

The world would call
You blessed if the words
Are served with a trail
Of tender kisses
And soft touches.

The world would weep
If the words are coated
In blows that shift
your spine and
paint you blue.

Whichever way,
Life is a thrill
But some thrills
are not worth your breathe.


If I were a song
I will fill your mouth
Till all words taste like honey
I will crawl from your belly
And slide through your lungs
like a slug
I will dance around your heart
Till you hit every note
with precision

If I were a song
I will beat
only for you.