like dominoes we fall // prose

tell me if i’m wrong, but we used to be close- 

tell me if i’m wrong, but i loved you to the end of the plains.

i know i’m right, but now you make me doubt myself.

this could be a love letter, but it isn’t, baby.

but your smile lit up my face and your words lit a spark inside me

somehow the profoundness attracted me, and somehow it stuck me like glue

but maybe the glue dried up, cause now something’s different, something i can’t quite put my foot on

girl, tell me something i don’t know: we both know it’s true- we both know this friendship is mostly one-sided.

and yeah, there’s nothing i can do about it as much as i wish you would save me from this spiral of maze running frantic.

but before you leave me at the edge of this tumultuous cliff, ready to fall, you should know something too.

my distance from you isn’t it, lovely. really.

only a stone’s throw, but it makes all the difference.

i know you want to hold on to the unchangeable, but i’m ready to move on.

so before you go, here’s a goodbye from my heart. and if we can’t make it back to each other, well, i’ll remember you.

and twenty years from now, when we both have separate lives, i’ll think back to these days when we grew like vines, paths separating-

maybe it’s not meant to be, love. you’re the beauty i need to leave.

we’re like dominoes- you gave it the first push, and i toppled some more.

now we’re teetering on the edge of the end, and i don’t know whether to steady it with shaking hands or to give it the gentle push and end it

it’s eventually gonna topple one way or the other. might as well save a heartbreak and slow end for us both, love.

but i can tell you one thing-

i promise to remember you; the one who opened my eyes.


June Poems

a whisper and a little brush of the wind, right by my neck

the sway of the leaves and the howling of the night wolves

buried under huge layers of heavy flannels,

even though we know it’s all just a dream

I saw that flicker of that bright burning candle,

a bit of hope in a bleak universe

so since I now know how beautiful life can be

I might just capture that candle and keep it as my own

because as the crow flies high above the skies

I wait patiently for another candle to shine

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Mother’s Day Tribute

amma, mathair, ibu, moeder, ana, motina, or even just mother~

There’s so many ways to address your mother, but they all mean the same thing. A loving, caring woman in your life who’s taken care of you and loves you to the end of all the universes. For me, my mother means so much. I love her immensely, even during the times when she yells at me or scolds me because I know that everything she does is for my benefit.

So dear Amma, here’s something for you:

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Poems + Worms Matter!

yassou! (hi in Greek)

Y’all… I’m definitely trying to post more often. I want to build my blogosphere and it’s gonna be quite the ride! Today I have a short collection of poems inspired by the nature around my home city- green, rainy, and even the occasional snow(!). Also, I have a dear story about saving an animal at school.

Path of Colors

Blue and green is to be seen

around the way through the journey

into the bushes, out the trees

slinking through the path as a fox.


Crying Heavens

Every drip, every drop-

Every tearlet falling from the sky

belongs to the heavens who cried.


Fighting as Rain

When all that is left is panic and pain,

one must turn to the droplets of rain

that fall without worry, never halting.

Be the ones who keep calm, be the change.

Be the difference we’ve all been waiting for.


The last one was because of an experience that I had recently. It seriously rattled me, and I thought that the rain is a beautiful way to capture the essence of calm. When it’s just one of those blue days with rain pouring down, I admire and adore the rain. The rain gives you a reason to turn away from all your problems and watch it fall. It’s just incredible. Nature is incredible!

Today during lunch, my friends and I were just eating, minding our own business, laadeeda, when we spotted a tiny thing crawling on the concrete, inching (more like millimeter-ing) its way to the grass that was but a couple of inches away. Immediately two of my friends (let’s call them M and V) and I were concerned and started hatching plans to help the earthworm.

We tried to put a leaf near the worm (whom we eventually named Squiggly. Don’t ask, it was M’s idea. She’s… something else.) It didn’t work, plus my hands were shaking. Hey, I was holding a lunch box in one hand and a leaf in another! V offered to help and while I was putting my lunch away, M ran to get one of those cutlery packs from the cafeteria. Ya know, those ones that come in a plastic cover with a straw, spork, and napkin?

Anyway, V wanted to use the spork to pick up Squiggly, so we tried…. It didn’t work. Squiggly kept falling off, so we had to try something else:

Que the maniacal thinking and musing!

We gave using the straw, M’s idea, a go: Squiggly curled his/her little body around it and we watched in anticipation, hoping that he/she would do it! It took a couple of tries, but Squiggly managed to wrap its body around and we gently moved it to the grass. It worked!!! We were all so happy even though all we did was move a teeny worm- but that’s because we understood that all lives are valuable, and a couple of minutes is definitely worth a life.

Thanks, guys, if you managed to struggle through this post! I have a beloved quote here, marking the end of February and Black History Month:

No person has the right to rain on your dreams. -MLK Jr.

And bye!


(I have a new send off now!)