Flowers in the Rain

How can flowers make
crying so beautiful?
They don’t know sadness
and can’t utter a word.
Even as the rain falls,
they stand so tall—
a beauty to be admired.

Fit for a Phoenix

Melodies of birds,
carried on gospel winds,
greet the rising phoenix.
Caught in its gentlest gale,
evening subsides to rest again.
Such is the silence,
Fit for a phoenix

Son of a Seamstress

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Alone,
taking patterns and material
to sew colors that only your
love can express.

Quietly
choosing the right emotions
and threading your soul
carefully.

I’ve mistaken your happiness
when you smiled,
while wearing the shirt you made.
Some of the buttons have gone missing now
and there are holes and stains all over.

You rush to fix it.

I don’t see anything wrong—

the love never faded.


This poem was written for my momma who seems to have a knack to guide me even from a distance. I love talking to her on my Sunday mornings!

Morning Tea

Amber as the eye of dawn,
warm is the sunlight in my cup.
A pinch of sugar topped with a mint leaf,
memories of youth and the future
swirl in the purity of nature before me.