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The Only She I Will Always Love

The Only She I Will Always Love

I entered this world on one midnight in the humid monsoon air of January

Under the capricorn stars and the lunar light of a waxing crescent moon

Itโ€™s odd and wonderful to know that amongst the frail silence and beauty, 

a woman risked her life 

to give me a chance to live 

which Iโ€™m not even sure I deserve to this day

I never asked for it, yet Iโ€™m glad it transpired

that someone in this world 

was willing to be cut open while her eyes are closed

for me 

to blink and to breathe 

to cry and to laugh

to crawl, to walk, to ride

to bump my big head

to persevere and to fight

to speak, to write, to walk

to be a child and to age

to grief

to appreciate life

She raised me with discipline,

dignity,

compassion,

and most importantly, love.

The love I know is one that knows no limit, distance, or expiration date

It has no terms and conditions, 

or side effects 

or caveats.

For once, surrendering to a blinded love is good.

Pure and eternal.

This love is not enough to be captured and turned into a grid once a year

Or expressed through roses

or spoken out loud in public 

This love I experience is meant to be lived

through hardships, doubts, and sacrifices

27 years and counting

until she enters the garden of Eden one day

Through toils and snares Iโ€™ve gone through

yet sheโ€™s always there

Putting her life last, and mine first

Just like that night in January

Sheโ€™s always there to make me soar 

no matter what shit I went through

or however blue or black my heart subdue.


She would break down and question life, 

pacing through strife, 

yet every time she would thrive.


We donโ€™t say I love you enough

Yet I feel her unconditional love

like a velvet glove 

protecting me from the evil cuts of the universe.

I use her fragile 

yet unbreakable sensitivity 

as a protective barrier every day I go to the battlefield.

And I embrace her sacrifice 

to pick myself back up 

every time I break

due to an imperfect splice.


I know itโ€™s not for forever

Because forever would make me take things for granted

The ticking bomb without a time stamp is a blessing in disguise

and there is no way I could cut any of its wires to stop time


So let me carry it wherever I go

As a reminder that you are still here today

And I should never wait until tomorrow

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Darwin's Theory 2.0

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