Blurred Existence

I make romance to the serenity

of nature

As I take refuge at the shadows

of the trees

Feels the tender puff

of the zephyr

And listens to the tweets

of the birds

I could smell the fragrance

of the flowers

While watching the gliding leaves

of the plants

That dances along with the blow

of the gentle breeze

As it slowly falls and touches the arms

of the grassy land

The butterflies smelling the fragrance

of the blooming floras

The honeybees temptingly nipping

of the flowers sweet nectar

I see the recurrent leaps

of the grasshoppers

And the beautiful flock formation

of the hovering dragonflies

Never will I be tired to embrace

this wonderful gift from God

And will always be grateful

with this pleasure I have

But in the morning when I rise

I ran outside and look around

The enthralling panorama of nature

it all exists, but only in my dream

Is It Christmas?

Christmas songs play on the radio

Glittering lights adorn the streets and houses
Is it Christmas?

Amidst the busy streets of the city
Children knocking on every car
Peeping at the heavily tinted windows
The motorists ignore

Along the walkway the old man sits
Waiting for the passersby
The open palm tirelessly drapes in the air

Some people are preparing their lists
Busy shopping for gifts
Is it Christmas?

In the province, people are busy too
Collecting their belongings
The livelihood and properties ruined by the storm
Rebuilding their scattered lives

In a shanty, a sick mother lies
Anticipating for her child to come home
No food or medicine on her side

Inside some bars, people are enjoying
There are parties everywhere
Is it Christmas?

Love and Heartache

In the quiet of the night, where shadows softly blend, 
I trace the echoes of a love that won’t amend. 
Your laughter’s gentle trace still dances in my mind, 
A melody of moments we were destined to unwind.

In every sunrise I find the ghost of your embrace, 
In every fleeting twilight, I still seek your face. 
Yet time, the cruel thief, has stolen what we knew, 
Leaving me with memories, and dreams that we once grew.

Your absence is a silence that speaks in aching tones, 
A void where once our hearts beat in harmonious zones. 
Each heartbeat is a whisper of the love we used to share, 
Now fading into shadows, lost within despair.

The promises we made, now fragments of the past, 
The tender words we spoke, just echoes that can’t last. 
I wander through the remnants of a love that used to be, 
Holding on to fragments of what we once set free.

Oh, how the night winds carry the weight of dreams undone, 
A heart that’s torn and tattered, in the wake of setting sun. 
Yet in this sea of sorrow, where heartache meets the dawn, 
I cherish every heartbeat of a love that’s now withdrawn.

For though the pain is endless and the tears may never cease, 
The love we shared was worth the cost, a bittersweet release. 
So here’s to love and heartache, to the joy and to the strife, 
For in their tangled dance, we find the echoes of our life.

Note: This is an AI composed poem