Where was I?

I have 'To kill a mockingbird' carrying with me for a month. I still have it in my bag, bookmarked and still some places to carry it with me. 

Waking up in the morning. Mornings are for walking and jogging. Days at work. Evening with prostrations. Sleeping time. Many little thoughts come and go, some escaping through the cracks of my mind. I had some free time where I can give it to reading. But I get so tired with all the schedules and thinking that I hardly have time to read books. *time to warm up a little* I said to myself. Now, I promise myself that I definitely would finish it by Friday. Otherwise, I would still be lost in the schedule and my thoughts. 

holding back

holding back was not easy
when i dream of holding your hands
imagining you in odds
dreaming you sitting by my side

my fragile heart is too young
the feelings so strong and deep
to have it in me
my heart is weak but i don't mind

when i look at you i become sad
all over again because i won't confess
maybe never, that is how it'll be
maybe not, when you tell me you like me

again, both of us are just i feel is
never meant to be
we were strangers when we met
we became friends and will remain as friends

Summer is hot!!

It is so hot outside that it gives me a nerve to pull out all my clothes and go wild. Crazy is the sun and the heat is just too much. I had a quick shower yet my body is taking in majority of the temperature. Was it so hot last year? I keep on talking to myself. Ice-cream. Coke. Cold coffee. These are what my mouth would entertain to.

Finally, today I manage to go to my morning walk. How do I feel? I feel energized and very happy. My body can get so flexible that it can go dancing if someone puts up a good number. 


Out of facebook for some time and it is making me feel good. Sure I miss my friends madly but pleased nonetheless. And, I am more into sending e-mails and writing back. A close friend of mine said how much we criticize our self. Yes, I said to myself. We are our best friend and the worst enemy. 

has to be...

Stars are twinkling vibrantly and the moon so circular, I keep gazing there. Gaze and lost. Is the space so big to hold everything? The night breeze has my hair jumped up my hair brushing the strands. I felt like I am some kind of a character to a movie, romantic one of course. The smell my nose caught was of incense, herbal and fresh. My mind keep wandering around to a faraway place not destined unknown, unfamiliar. Babies, I want to hold them, wish to play with their chubby, bubbly faces. With their lost share of teeth in the front, they have the best smiles, is not as pretty as his but good. Tonight is nothing like any other nights, because I have never stayed so late. Nights are beautiful as days yet my eyes wanted to sleep and gets jittery at times. Not tonight, it has to be special. It has to be…

scent of a man

Dear my, so unusual you smell

in the crowd so loud

trying to find you well

hoping someone like you might come

No one, nobody seems to resemble you

none had it, your smile glowing like the sun

and you dear unhurt, unharmed and patient

you smiles in odd and weird uniquely 

You are there, now and then

in my head, pleasantly and merrily

none had your scent of sweetness

no one in this world can take your place