Monday, August 29, 2011

On the brink - a poem

Trying to amuse myself today is turning into futility.
I am overwhelmed by agitation, anxiety and disgust.
Things I should not worry about;
But I still do.

In the intriguing affairs I have come to realize;
That the object of my affection is still.
While it does not move backward;
Progress is likewise nil.

Two weeks is indeed two years.
Even so I give a spark of hope.
Communication ignites
Only when I initiate.

By this weekend's past I should know halfway
I need to be strong and live by my conviction.
This is not the time to be fickle.
Although temptation tempts.

Next week could show me more flowers in the meadow;
It could mean closure and therefore moving on.
But certainly it should not give me limbo.
I insist for light at the end of the tunnel.

I long to love and be loved.
No regrets. Just love.

PP

30 August 2011

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Mismatch

You're picky.  You're busy.  And you don't like noisy places.  But you're funny that way and I like that about you.

PP

29 August 2011

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Sunday, August 28, 2011

Forgotten - a couplet

You have either fled or lost your wings;
For I find myself alone in this intrigue of doting.

PP

29 August 2011

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Tuesday, August 23, 2011

I die in pain - a poem

You enchant me;
with your charming looks.
What of your knack for conversations
and your gentle caring?

You intimidate me;
with your career accomplishments.
What of your faultless features
and your dedication for fitness?

You awed me;
with your humility.
What of your kindness
and innate thoughtfulness?

You surprised me;
with your youth.
What of your chef-like craft
and gift of vogue?

You ripened me;
with maturity.
What of your mannered acts
and cultured taste?

You inspire me;
with your love for life;
your quest for perfection;
your hunger for knowledge.

You crucify me;
with your want of utterance.
What of your quiet demeanor?
It kills me.

23 August 2011


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Saturday, August 13, 2011

Thank you for the proposal - a poem

On a trip I have been looking forward to for the past year;
A lady confidant called me up.
I couldn’t take the call and the message was sent across.
It was a proposal.

The submission was not what I expected;
It was somewhat a romantic arrangement
laid out by a couple: the lady confidant and the guy wingman.
I said yes but the contract was not to be effective in a month.

Alas when the inevitable came;
Things did not go as planned.
The group dinner for four was reduced to a trio;
The lady confidant and the guy wingman parted.

But the promise was kept – both were in full backing;
Even as communication between them was nil.
Anxcitement was prevalent:
A third of anxiety and two-thirds of excitement.

Dinner was harmonious and was absent with flatness.
A great time enjoyed and a night well spent.
It felt full of stability and coolness, very calm indeed.
Endearment was creeping.

After the fact was different;
Coolness turned into coldness.
Part of personality?  Or perhaps it comes with age.
Axcitement turned into anxiety.

Regardless of what the outcome may be;
I am beholden to the couple for putting forward the proposal.
Their love and trust have caught me by surprise;
Their love and trust I will truly, truly prize.

PP
14 August 2011

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Thursday, August 4, 2011

People are People

Youth and simple joys

We Two Boys Together Clinging

New Yorker in Times Square
Dreams that can happen
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Wednesday, August 3, 2011

Distance, Fate and Sadness - a poem

From inception I knew you were special.
How your lashes aimlessly flutter and
your long, slim hands gracefully animate themselves.
It was quite trivial for me actually.

But I respected you just like any person should be.
I neither pried nor stalked.
I kept my distance;
Although it was quite difficult to do.

And then something came up.
I never expected a pleasant surprise.
A second apparition was timely;
And everything felt real and calm and happy.

But as it is in welcomes and hellos;
Things will come to an end.
Goodbye was inevitable,
Anxiety was extremely unbearable.

I thought I could never move on;
But there was nothing left to do but feel it.
The sorrow enveloped me for weeks until now.
But the distant you get, the easier it was for me to heal.

But somehow jolts of shock arise
whenever you let yourself known.
Those heys and hellos never seem to be calming.
Maybe because I know what lies ahead - our fate.

Or maybe not - I am without a clue.
But perhaps even friendship is a challenge.
Distance seems to distance ourselves.
I don't exactly know how else to bridge.

My fear is almost materializing;
The days turn into weeks and later, months.
We might end up becoming acquaintances once more
who had a good time together - once...

But sad to say you never demanded anything from me;
So I realized I should not expect anything from you.

PP

4 August 2011

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