Blind Eye

The heart sees only what it wishes to see.

Like the stunning red petals of a thorn filled rose, or the beautiful basket that carries a handful of rotten fruits.
It sees only goodness in a convicted man’s being, and finds vindication in lieu of a beloved’s lie.
It takes notice of that single right in a deluge of wrongs, and esteems that single smile amidst a rainstorm of sorrows.
It looks at what it receives rather than at what it has given, in a context of misgivings and unjust returns.

Yet the heart knows what it refuses to see.

Like the sadness behind those façade of smiles or the coldness unconcealed by those humdrum, empty words.
It feels the pricking pain as the thorns of the rose it adores rip open the surfaces of its fragile skin, or the gushing of blood for every word not said and deed not done.
It sees a flame blazing, yet feels deep within the extinguished spark that loses its luster day by day.

But despite what it knows, the heart believes what it chooses to believe.

It is soldered into its unyielding pretence that ‘Everything’s fine’, the make-believe that someday everything will fall back together again.
It builds a wall so sturdy to protect it from the truth behind those lies, and to never stain nor destroy its ideals of love.

But a heart that sees within limits can only love within boundaries.

For the fear of what lies outside the walls of comfort cripples its capacity to love without bounds.
And that kind of love, no matter how pure, would never be ENOUGH.

P.S. Perhaps that other person loves you so much, to be in such denial despite knowing the truth.


The One That Got Away

“…the one that got away, guys have that and serial killers have that. I had the truck lined with garbage bags but then she got away”

I wonder if there’s really that one person, that one love you can’t escape, that would take away a parcel of your heart and squeeze its way into your thoughts every once in a while.

When you’re oh-so-happy with a new love, I wonder if in the midst of your calm and bliss someone would sneak into the corners of your mind and make you wonder about how he’s doing.

That glorious moment when you walk down the aisle in a beautiful white dress, I wonder if there’s someone who would steal a miniscule of your thought and make you hesitate for a fleeting moment.

Like a breeze that blows right through you as you sit content into the porch of your home on a lazy afternoon, that makes you wonder if you also brush that other person’s thought the same way he brushes yours.

As you stare into that mirror, feeling nostalgic over your first strand of silver hair, I wonder if there’s that one person who would make you see a hint of regret right through those old weary eyes and make you wonder ‘what if’?

And as you heaved your last breath, I wonder if an image of that one who got away would be the last one to cross your mind, while you wonder in that final second of your life if you touched his life the same way he touched yours.

I drift away into all these thoughts and wonder if ten, twenty, or fifty years from now I’d still think of you the same way I am thinking of you right now…

Heartbreak by the Letters

A heart splintered into pieces is a tragedy that comes to be a beauty only in the form of writing.

Every bitter drop of tear is transformed into sweet sorrow, with the unhappiest of words becoming a dejected soul’s refuge.

Each bit of hatred growing inside a scorned heart becomes a plea for affection, a call for hope rather than an uproar of gloom that reverberates within a crestfallen core.

Every deep seated misery finds escape in the form of expression, as every fatal thought is condensed into strong yet harmless words.

Every sob story becomes a universal phenomenon, for a tale of a broken heart once transformed into words becomes another else’s story.

Every pain becomes a work of art, a beautiful piece that veils the agony of a bleeding heart. And for a fleeting moment, one’s heartbreak becomes a fiction, a product of imagination rather than one’s own reality.

Yet after everything conveyed in writing, the pain remains the same. For even a million words said and written would never be enough to ease the pain nor to bring back a love lost.

Even with all the beauty words possess, they can never cure a broken hearted man’s malady.

Blissful Oblivion

It’s been a long time since these unspoken words resonated into my thoughts, quite a while since this distant yet familiar feeling resurfaced.

Today of all days, that story came to life. That same old story..

It’s like the sinking feeling you get as you wait all alone at the airport. You watch in silence as the plane departs, feeling melancholic as the thought of being left behind dawns into you. Oblivious of the next return, fully aware of the other possibility that it would just be a one way flight, and that trip back home would never be taken.

Stuck in the waiting area, it’s never easy.

Now I know that the greatest mistake in life is to put your happiness into someone else’s hands, ‘cause the moment they decide to take that other road… there goes your everything.

Hey, I want to get it right with YOU!

I always do things wrong..

I stutter when I speak

I fall down when I run, scraping my knees a lot

I can’t carry a tune nor dance to the simplest beat

But it doesn’t really matter, cause I feel RIGHT when I’m with you.

I’m not even close to perfect..

My hair is all messed up, my laugh’s a little freaky

My stature’s a little awkward, my mannerisms odd

My strides are awfully jagged and my waddle’s just as clumsy

But I never really give a damn, cause I feel just as PERFECT when I’m with you.

I never grow up..

Giddy and silly, childish in every way

Jammed in make-belief, forever stuck in fantasy

Irrational and stubborn, still frivolous over amusements and candies

But I never really felt the need to grow up, cause being silly feels so GOOD when you’re around.

I’m a coward deep down the bones.

I run away from the fire I started instead of putting it off

Do a lot of big things wrong and just lie about it

Still afraid of the dark, always hiding under a safety blanket

But I was never really scared, cause I feel so BRAVE when I’m with you.

I’m a magnet for mistakes..

I spill the water a million times

Break the dishes and slip a lot

Do the math and never get the equation right

But i don’t really mind, cause I feel IMPECCABLE when you’re around.

I suck in a gazillion ways and I don’t care.

Cause there’s only one thing in this world I want to get right:

Hey.. I want to get it right with you! 🙂

Love is A Crazy Thing

When you love someone, how often do you find yourself looking for reasons not to love?

Often times you look for flaws, just to assure yourself that he is not perfect.

You count his mistakes, just to keep a record of how many times you have been wronged.

You make such a big deal out of his blunders, just to point out how awful he is.

On very rare days you fall out of love, you try so hard to nurture that feeling of oblivion.

At times you find another prospect to love, you open yourself to possibilities just to guarantee that he’s not the only one.

And there are those moments when you just want to… STOP.

BUT you know that no matter how many flaws you’ll see, your heart will always look at him perfectly.

No matter how many times he has wronged you, a simple gesture would make you erase all those records of wrongs.

In every mistake he makes, you incessantly make excuses for him just so he won’t be wrong, because you want him to be always right.

That feeling of oblivion lasts for just a fleeting moment and the instant you see his face, his smile, you’ll just laugh at the absurdity of such thought.

When you find another one that makes your heart flutter, you suddenly find yourself babble about how your heart is already set hard on someone.

You know there’s no stopping.

Sometimes love becomes insatiable that it leaves you with a void that can never be quenched.

And because it cannot be quenched you go into hoping that it would just disappear.

Yet as strong as that hope is the desire to hold on and never let go.

Love is a crazy thing. 😉

“Love strays away, but at the end of the day it finds its way back to where it truly belongs :)”

“There’s a world out there—one of colors and wonders.

In that barren land is a solitary seed,

One that is destined to sprout and bring hope to this world of broken hearts.”

It all started with a quest, driven by such a powerful longing of the beating heart.

It was fabricated in a trance, a world of make belief built in a subconscious state of mind.

It ended in a dream come true, were fireworks are lit in the vast dark sky to proclaim the birth of a love found, and bound to last for eternity.

But not all fairy tales are bound to have this happy ending.

Not all stories are written to convene in such a majestic finale.

There’s always a downside in everything.

A rotten piece in a basket of fruits.

There’s always the other face of the story,

The other side of the coin.

Here it goes…

Brave souls…

Dared to love and took the risk,

Closed their eyes and simply believed

Woke up one day and stumbled,

Stumbled into the chasm of broken reveries.

From that day on, they altered lanes,

Loathing love became their discourse.

Hope turned into impossibility,

Tears kept flowing for perpetuity.

The love at hand turned into illusion,

Memories became figments of the imagination.

He who’s sought after strayed away,

Left a lonely heart in a state of dismay.

And the world so vindictive, unveiled its wrath

Tormented a naïve heart and stripped it off its quintessence.

And she who loved had been forsaken,

Left with nothing but…

A wounded heart, a hollow soul, and that undying piece of hope.

Yet despite the obstacles, TRUE love prevails.

While other Prince Charming lost their ways into blind alleys,

There are those princesses who’ve just walked right through the castle of their dreams.

Some things are too good-to-be-true.

Love is.

But LOVE can be true.

There’s always the other face of the story,

The other side of the coin.

Here it goes…

To all those who have tumbled into the chasm of broken reveries,

to all those who have whispered to themselves these woes of hopelessness:

“There’s no Prince Charming,

No piece of glass shoes,

No happily ever afters…”

To those who dared to love and had their hearts broken,

I tell you this:

Get up.

Cheer up.

Stray away from the abyss of despair.

There’s a world out there.

A world of colors,

A world of wonders,

A barren world drenched by the infinite droplets of LOVE.


A Love that does not hurt.

A love that is neither too much nor too little.

A love that is just ENOUGH.


to create wonders in those moments of stillness

to melt a heart with just a simple smile.

to create something out of sweet nothings.

to change a world with those three magical words.

A love that does not lie side by side with hurt.

Nor devoured by jealousy and doubt.

A love that is not conjured by deceit and lies.

Nor stained by animosity and bitterness.

Simply put:

A LOVE that simply is.

No I’m not speaking of the LOVE fabricated in fictions and fairy tales.

I’m talking about love.

REAL love.

A love that endures.

A love that changes.

A love that lasts.

It just hit me.=)